I can count and I do it right all four Digits.
She is not alive Inside me, Love fills my missing Parts.
ICU been crowded, filled by myself with Voice in Pain.
Screaming over an over her Name and what it took, reflect again.
I sensed dying too often, can‘t trust, seeks no spark or joy.
Just she, me and ours in Interaction known and a couple of us from the flux pushed apart.