The fourth

It's the fourth and
the numbers add up.
What's your number,
my love?

How much have
I longed for you?
More than I have
for all others?

How many tears
have I cried for you?
More than I have
for all others?

Memory misleads.
Is that what you
will fade into?

And after you?
Will there be more
numbers?
Will there be more
memories?

Who will ever come
into my heart to stay?
Not you, my love.
Not you.