dancing feet patter through stolen hallways
golden feet broken feet hers no not again
he knows knows echoes of a time not yet
granddaughter whispers
I hear her again
younger older man whacks panels irritably celery falling off his coat
whispers starting
echoes of a time
SHE SCREAMS TAKE ME BACK
older younger man grinning at fierce teenage girl walking explosives factory
she hears it too the woman
Professor I can hear her crying
broken empty new man lonely man
meets her finds her tells her run
this is the one the girl golden broken I've heard her girl
tears through time tracks through my life
my girl
my golden
my only
my Rose
