I drag myself along the steps,
The floors slide by one by one
The time, it moves on, move on it must
And I try to grab that precious moment —
For rest, and not for support
For support there is none,
For I am dragging myself not on my feet,
But on all of myself gut and all . . .
And all that there is of me.
I need to stop,
I need to feel the sunshine in the lonely landing
I need to hear the lonely morning singing of Amore in Julio Iglesias’ voice.
Until I can –
I must let Pain hold my hand
and let her Lock her tender fingers with mine.