Sonnet: P.S.

Across the mighty ocean, flying high
I travel bearing words to one
I've never met: the words are from his son.
An explanation: for he needs the why.
His son can not return: things went awry
A simple trip abroad for rest and fun
Became a nightmare; though they run,
This time in vain; and thus this last goodbye.
Arriving at the door, I hesitate,
What will he think of me, his long-lost kin.
He does not know: to him a week has passed
Since last his son departed through the gate.
I ring the bell: he opens up and lets me in:
I promised Dad I'd come here on this date.

A/N: If you have not seen the minisode 'P.S.' then you should look for it on the web: I wish they'd shot it properly, but even as it is, it's a fine end to the story of Amy and Rory.