Theatre

"It's time now" they say
And we each take your hands
The solemn procession
To no man's land

The wheels squeak and rattle
It echoes my nerves
But I paint a smile for you
The last of my reserves

I tell you it's okay
I'll be here the whole time
Absorbing your fear
As they insert the line

We tell you we love you
Our hearts breaking in dread
You count down from ten
Artificial sleep and breath

The waiting commences
We cling and we hope
Expecting the worst
But preparing to cope

The surgeon comes direct
From theatre in blues
We listen intently
He tells us the news

It didn't go well
The damage can't be fixed
For the rest of his life
He'll be fed by these drips

We break and we splinter
But we make a deal
We'll outweigh the pain
With our love we will heal.