Ten.
Fingers reaching out to touch

Nine.
Lives imagined holding you within my clutch

Eight.
Limbs torn apart by the gods

Seven.
Lands I have scoured while along you trod

Six.
Faces you wear behind your mask

Five.
Questions we don’t know how to ask

Four.
Eyes devouring secrets of the soul

Three.
Days in Hell with you would feel cool

Two.
Hearts beating true

One.
Heart longs to start anew

Zero.

Times you now think this of me.