Sometimes I feel like I’m on fire;
Sometimes I can’t breathe.
I look outside for that little blue box,
Listening for the whirr of its apparition;
I stare at nothing,
Hoping to catch the silhouette of his stature through the light of a window.
He had two beating hearts
And one belonged to me.
Only doctors can prescribe the medicated intoxication my body craves every day.
A rift in space,
A ripple in time,
And he was mine.
I need my Doctor.
