As you were sleeping and possibly dead I stripped the skin cell and sweat soaked sheets from my bed. Scrawled two quotes on the whiteboard that read "Wait, they don't love you like I love you."and "What you think you become." Poured milk into every bowl that we own. Fed the fish and my pen and the fire-bellied toads. Kicked down the garbage pail, rolled on the floor. "They don't love you like I do. No, they love you more."