A/N: I really really don't like doing angst. But I also don't like staying up all night because of heartache! I need to get some sleep tonight for a job interview tomorrow, so I'm getting the bad feelings out of my system.

This ties into what I think I'll have to call my Trakenverse. The poem is titled "The Storm" by G.O. Wilson; the Doctor quotes from it in Chapter Four of "Hold On To Life."

Of course, the Doctor belongs to the BBC, which sees fit to torture this poor man. I don't own any of it.

The Storm

By

Lariel Romeniel

Later, after he'd sent the bride back where she belonged, he wandered over to the TARDIS library. His timeship was so still, so silent. As if she were in mourning too.

He ran his hands along the spines of books shelved neatly, and found the anthology he'd been seeking. As he pulled it out, the book fell open naturally to the poem he'd been thinking of.

She reached for sunset fires,

And lived with the stars and the sea,

That was all he'd quoted to her that night on Traken. That wonderful night of peace and passion. The night he'd decided to ignore all Gallifreyan tradition and customs, and gave in to their desires.

He should have known. There always comes a reckoning.

He never did show her the full poem. There were always better things to do, and poetry really wasn't Rose's thing. But now his tears flowed as he read it again. The words had always pulled at him, and now he knew why.

The mountains for her temple,

The storm for priest had she.

Together a libation

They poured to the God she knew,

Such wine as ageless heavens

And lonely wisdom brew.

The storm had taken her away. He would go on through the ageless heavens. Now he truly understood what the poet meant by lonely wisdom.

Now she has done with worship

For her all rites are the same;

Yet the storm keeps green forever

The moss upon her name.

He'd lost her for the rest of his life. And he didn't even have the consolation that she would be happy for the rest of hers.

He knew too well that she would not.

-END-

A/N: All right. Enough weeping! I guess I have to accept the continuity.

And since I've decided I have to, I've got ideas brewing. I don't believe in impossible. And the Doctor knows better!