I am back,
alive and happy.
The lethargy that suffocated
is gone,
and I long for time with you.
But where are you?
I thought you were back,
busy still like me,
but ready to spend time with me again
(not that we haven't seen each other
these past weeks,
but there's a difference between
being together in a group,
just us but working independently,
and just us together).

I thought you were back, too.
Instead,
I got more touches
from our personal Jack Harkness -
who does "ship" us -
and more conversation from my faraway friends.

(I will seduce you,
sooner or later,
and have you beneath me,
and when you reach to remove even a sock,
I will leave.
Because I am a bitch,
and if I had to wait in twists for your time
you will wait in frustration for my attentions.)