It's been ages since I heard from them.
It's just the autumn breeze now, whispering their name.
Sometimes I wish I'd run into them down the street.
But then I wonder "Would they be pleased to meet?"
I dream up scenarios in my head,
I speak up and say things that I never said.
We sort things out and we start hanging out again.
My chest feels lighter and I'm free of pain.
I miss my friends. I wish I stayed in touch.
I wish I hadn't left and they loved me so much!
I guess this is the price to pay,
To be The Doctor from Gallifrey!