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May 2016
We'd danced until
there was no time left,
the people

were beginning to leave,
Clive and I
walked along

the London streets
hand in hand,
we walked back

to my house,
I invited him in,
the maid

had gone off
for the night,
as I wanted us

to be alone,
then once
we got undressed,

were in bed,
we kissed,
I opened up to him,

then I wake up to blackness,
I hear noise
on the ward

voices and a trolley
being wheeled around,
I am lying on my back,

and I panic
for a moment or two,
wondering where I am,

then it hits me,
I'm in hospital,
I'm blind,

I reach down
with my hands,
I know before

I am there
that my legs have gone,
just the stumps,

and I want the dream again
want Clive and us
making love,

but it has gone the dream,
and Clive,
I hear a voice call out

about a nurse,
but I feel on the edge,
feel along side

of the bed,
can't get the dream
out of my head.
Terry Collett
Written by
Terry Collett  72/M/England
   Marshal Gebbie, --- and victoria
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