A/N: This is my second DW poem. It is set in the years the 11th Doctor spent away from Amy and Rory, before facing his end. (After God Complex, before Impossible Astronaut/Day of the Moon).(Again, sorry about the dots. I have continual trouble with making single line breaks work.) Please let me know what you think.

A Thousand Years

By Reba


A thousand years of life,

Adventure, love, and strife.

A thousand years of travel,

Friends, enemies, and battles.


A thousand years of pain,

Death, loss, and suffering.

A thousand years of running,

Searching, fighting, loving.


A thousand years of plans,

Close-calls, relief, and bans.

A thousand years of spoilers,

Mysteries, puzzles, and hinters.


A thousand years of me.

I find it hard to believe.

Yet here I stand alone,

Older, tired, as I roam.


A thousand years.


A thousand years…

With those I held dear

Should I continue?

Find a way to start anew?


Do I dare

To try and share

When those who have,

Died or left?


A thousand years.


A thousand years

Is quite a long time.

I can continue,

But—perhaps it is time.

What do you think?