I count as many
toes upon
my hands
as I have fingers
on my feet.

About as many
as the shots
I should’ve taken..
that I’ve missed.

As numerous
as stars that sparkle..
on a cloudy night
to naked eyes
are my regrets.

The All
I yearn for
anymore
must verily
be then..

The Fifth One.
Known to us
in life.. as
Death.