My wrist hurts but I don't want to ever stop writing
Baby, don't you understand, this is our story I am typing
Putting it to words could be the only way
for me to understand how we're still here today
I am astounded, don't you see,
that you're still here with me
and it scares me and frightens me, sending jolts to my femurs
but you touch me and you embrace the chill out of my spine
I reach out and I whisper: You're alive and so am I
but I don't really know what to make of any of this

I just know that I need to write it all down before it fades away.