Censoring = Fun Game of Hangman

I wake up with a bloodied face.

I saw you lifeless beside me;

I cannot see you with mortal eyes.

The EMTs look at me, sighing with relief, smiling.

I gave a lamentable, gentle smile back:

The cannot see that I’m heartbroken, and I don’t have long.

My arteries then stop pulsating.

I close my eyes

and you’re back again.