Only moments and he will be here,
must collect my thoughts.
Legs weak, can't stand;
empty feeling in stomach,
knots in kidneys.
Breast heaving,
must take slow breaths.
Heart aflutter,
such pain!
But oh what joy,
he is here...
I will soon see his face.
What was that?
The door?
He is here.
Dear God in heaven give me strength!
He hasn't changed.
He has not changed!
Still my Frederick,
but no.
Not my Frederick!
What's that?
Oh, a chair,
I'm holding on to a chair.
He can't see,
he must not see!
He is going now.
We talked.
What did I say?
No matter,
its over,
I've seen him and it did not hurt.
Did not hurt?
But its over,
I'll be better next time.
Maybe I'll even remember what I say!