*I don't own Doctor Who or its characters
Thought of this poem on the way home today.
It rains powerful tears
That come from pleeing eyes
The tears she cries forms lonely blue boxes
Inside them little blue men in disguise
They are fictional doctors
Not of hearts
Not of beating hearts
But of time
How long he's lived doesn't matter
Or which regeneration he might be, though I know it's not nine
As he falls, he calls to declare "I love-"
That's all, before the tear drops fall to meet with their end
"Goodbye Doctor, my dear friend"
It's only goodbye until they soon meet again