Ten
Ten counts down the reasons I love you, and
Nine just shows how little time we had.
Eight separate sessions of tests that
Seven blessed and cursed us.
Six I'm the only one
Five holding what's left,
Four your body which
Three just wants
Two breathe.
One.
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