A short poem I wrote for the 50th anniversary of the BBC masterpiece, Doctor Who. Enjoy!
Two Broken Hearts
Hurtling through thousands of years of time and space,
I am lonely.
Careening around planets and entire galaxies,
I have become so alone.
My people are gone, my home is gone,
everyone I love.
She said don't travel alone, that I shouldn't.
She was right.
Who am I if I am alone?
I am no one.
I am just a speck of dust being blown along by the winds of eternity.
I have everywhere to go, but no reason to go.
A companion is what I need,
someone to come with me.
Someone to help me save the universe one more time.
Someone to make me whole again.
But they won't last, even they know that.
Yet they still take my hand,
and smile when I show them the furthest corners of the stars,
and cry with me when they see me for who I really am.
A broken man,
with two broken hearts,
and no way to mend them.
R/R guys! Happy 50th anniversary!