Content notification on death.
The doctor’s call
Confirmed the catastrophe
Would be over soon
The medicines weren’t working
Future care deemed futile
The numbness consumed me
The hospital’s two-person limit
Kept me tightly trapped
But I escaped, to her
She opened her gates
Terraformed my troubles
With her delightful designs
Her potted plants
Scented candles
Comfy couches
The fake fireplace flickered
At just the right pace
To quell the thought of him
