A Measure of Time

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Title: A Measure of Time
Character(s): Rose. Ten mentioned passim
Pairing(s): Ten/Rose
Rating: PG
A/N: This one (a sequel to A Thousand Days) breaks my heart. This is an attempt to write a sonnet but after the style of Henry Reed (author of Naming of Parts). The title, and the text of the cut, are both from a quote by Edwin Way Teale.
Setting: post-Doomsday, Rose's universe.
Disclaimer: I am borrowing, without permission, what will never be mine.
Summary: As the seasons unfold, Rose wonders why the Doctor, who has solved the impossible before, has not come back for her.

The dead leaves form a carpet on the ground;
(You've still not come. Did I do something wrong?)
The snow covers those leaves without a sound.
(It's just that I've not seen you for so long.)
As winter turns to spring, you're still not here.
(I promised you for ever. I meant it.)
Spring fades into summer. I need you near.
(And that I had to leave you does not sit)
And autumn rain is falling once again.
(At all well with me. I miss you so much.)
Thinking of you still brings me naught but pain.
(I miss your lips on mine. I miss your touch.)
You've still not come. My heart is very sore.
For I don't think you love me any more.