Time of the Doctor
To Steven Moffat
You don’t do anything small do you?
Centuries in minutes and worlds in paintings
I love that you take risks
that they don’t always work out
that even when you see things differently than me
I learn to look at them sideways
You tied up everything in the silence and the questions
And people who keep coming back even when we weren’t sure it was them
You’ve finished it all up yet the story’s still a skeleton
Like we could spend another fifty years here and there would still be more to see
But there’s no more for you and him and it’s better that way
To Matt Smith
I don’t know you
Unlike some of the others
I haven’t seen you at all
I’ve only seen the Doctor
So I’ll talk to him.
To Doctor # 11
I’ve felt you deeper than any of the others
It seems like there’s so much more to you
Every time you’ve grown old
You’ve waited for the boys who are not Barnable
But it doesn’t matter who answers
Because you’ve buried so many Barnables
Why are you so afraid to let them come back?
Why are you so desperate for them to come back?
How far would I have to go into you to find the bottom?
To Peter Capaldi
You’ve got the glare down
And the kidneys
What more do you need?