Days continue, strength returns, I’ll forget.
Love, admiration, gratitude to my wife.
Scratched lungs; my worst pain today.
See my wretchedness, love me anyway.
Peace, my worried love, I endure.
2a.m. happy dance… we have NyQuil!
Soggy paper mask, hiding my Plague.
Wander, touch nothing, not even you.
Sweat fever dreams into frigid blankets.
Presence in my lungs, growing…growing…