He'd seen her twice but not forgotten.
She'd dabbed his head with cotton wool and pulled the
sheets up round his shoulders - told him "try to sleep,
to dream..." He'd dream of her in white,
floating in the river, and he shivered as he swam to
save her, find it's just too late and he simply lost
the will to live, to love again.
He had a fever... They laid him on a bed,
and dead of night she'd come again and dab his head
with cotton wool, pulled the sheets up round his shoulders.
Told him, "Try to sleep, to dream...