Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, and if I did, there would be no need for this… thing…
A/N: I don't know what to say about this. It's not exactly a poem, not really a story, and not precisely a drabble either… it's just a… thing… :o) Reviews are love!
(Bubblez: I BETAD! AAH YAY. And. May I just say: THIS IS SO SO COOL! Made me smile. And I think it's sort of like an elongated sonnet-y thing as well, btw. And, finally: Lady Timelord - FAB. … just so you all know :D )
A low, solemn note.
A sound of grief.
A sound of sadness.
A sound of loneliness.
A low light.
An air of depression.
A single tear.
A grief stricken face.
A mouth.
A small smile.
A realisation.
A lack of hope.
A distant dream.
A memory of time.
A memory of space.
A surprise wind.
A familiar whoosh.
A hug.
A kiss.
A declaration.
"Rose Tyler, I love you."
A reunion.