Whovian Girl. A poem.

It’s hard not to remember her face
Often smiling, sometimes scowling
A book clutched to her breast
And a smartphone in her hand
Nerd excitement at the latest Dr Who
Which we’d discuss at length
Dissertations on everything from daleks to Dr next
And though she had her secrets, as did I
We were always as candid as could be
On any conversation, any topic
No condescension or formality
Always earnest to the nth degree
And when we laughed it was meaningful and hearty
I miss her, as I always have
As I always will and always won’t
Never far from mind but always far from sight
I miss my Whovian as I miss the light
Now that my world has passed
Into this long and endless night

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