Victorian Love Story

I walked down the dimly lit alley

And there you were

Leaning against a wall.

Come with me,

You said.

Quivering, I did

To a dim damp bed

Where your baby lay dying.

But I’m not a doctor...

The baby can’t be saved,

You said,

But I can.

So we lay on the bed

By the dying baby

And kissed.