Our hands remained interlocked Until it was time to let go Tears incarcerated ; my face, it's rolling self mocked Memories flash; upon me a sour cargo The stretcher's trolley, rolling in desperation Soon swallowed by the theatre's entrance My heart thumping as she ticks away in motion I stand and sit repeatedly, sliding sooner into a trance In gloomy curiosity I find us both in smiles Happy as a sand boy while we play Hope wakes me after a dreamy tour of miles From the fields upon which we lay Tap tap came the nurse calling Come see her, up and fit as a fiddle; I wake smiling