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