With my 100-day chip held tight in my trembling hand I sit next to you on the deteriorating couch, lumpy and uncomfortable I remain...

I add color to the pages of my adult coloring book With my 64 set of sharpened crayons - as she clumsily holds the cut (at an angle)...

You fell asleep gently, my love I covered you before the ambulance arrived They took me away, too Because I couldn’t stop screaming...