A/N: This weird ... poem thing ... was the result of reading Doctor Who fic in between writing a paper analyzing the rhyme scheme of a poem about loss. The poem and Doctor Who kinda melded in my sleep deprived brain and ... this happened ... I'm honestly surprised I got most of this to rhyme ...

I think of this as being mostly Ninth to Tenth Doctor era, but you can interpret it however you like.

In the Beginning, you were given:

Two eyes - to see the universe
Two ears - to hear the TARDIS song
Two feet - to dance among the stars
Two hands - to bring your friends along
Two lips - to speak in tongues so sweet
Two hearts - to love all you meet

Then you grew old, and these are what you have:

Two eyes - that can see naught but hate
Two ears - that ring with screams of fear
Two feet - that flee the Storm innate
Two hands - drenched with blood and tears
Two lips - that taste of ash and smoke
Two hearts - mangled, shredded, broke

Then you met a girl who saved you -
and these are all the things she gave you:

Two eyes - to see again the light
Two ears - to hear her laugh and rave
Two feet - to dance with her all night
Two hands - to hold and keep her safe
Two lips - to speak of life again
Two hearts - to trust once more in men

Then she was gone, and this is what is left:

Two eyes - like ice that burn with pain
Two ears - that ache to hear her speak
Two feet - that run as if they're lame
Two hands - that can't touch what they seek
Two lips - again taste only ash
Two hearts - again like shattered glass

You gain a friend, you lose a friend,
Over and over, and in the end:

Eyes
(How often were they renewed? How many times did the blackness recede and return?)
- too tired of the strobing dark and light -

Ears
(How often did screams overwhelm laughter? How many times did you lose a precious voice?)
- almost deaf to cries of delight -

Feet
(How many miles have you run? How often did you flee the disasters you have caused?)
- blistered, bloodied, endless flight -

Hands
(How many did you hold, then cast away? How many did you condemn rather than forgive?)
- merciless in the unending fight -

Lips
(How many names did you speak into life? How many more did you speak into death?)
- speaking words that will never heal the blight -

Hearts
(How often did you break? How many pieces did you leave scattered through time and space?)
- shattered -
(Was there ever a time when they were whole?)
- broken -
(It's been so long)
- torn -
(I can't remember)
- shredded -
(Did I perhaps start out with one?)
- and never made right -

Hearts
Do I have two or four or ten
after breaking again and again?