He cannot be this sick. It cannot be like this.

I truly cannot count the amount of drugs they pumped into him today. I cannot count the tears.

I don't have words for how it feels to leave him in that little bed, connected to tubes and monitors.

The only words I have are his, the ones he used to say when we had to be apart:

"There is no love like this. No love like this."

He is right.

I am not whole without him sleeping in my arms.