I wish Dr Who was real;
not only because it would mean
a fantastical world of hopes
and dreams, not only because
infinity would finally be
finite, and not only because
I would no longer feel
like the only outlier. I wish
it was real because despite
oceans and winds and people
between us, despite the only way
to see your eyes being through
a one-way window, despite
knowing that the only way
to hear your voice is
through memories, everything
would seem so much smaller.
If it were real, you would seem
so much closer. If it were real,
maybe I’d only miss you
half as much.

© Blake Leitch May 14, 2014