there'll Be a Miracle.

I

I entered his room

The first thing I saw was
Himself,

Curled up in the corner of the room with a hand over his face.

Whether consciously or unconsciously,

I started to smell something.

A smell that was unknown but very thick and was all over the room.

"What smell is this?"  I asked.

There was no welcome voice.

And I began to think
Maybe he is sleeping?

Lost

Somehow the word passed through my mind.

Who makes a sound?

I don't know where the sound came from.

Deep sadness

Again, that voice.

And I no longer focused my attention on the woman's body in the corner of the room.

I see the mattress

the pillow is wet,

The sheets are a mess.

The blanket is formless.

I can't go any further.

Lots of broken glass scattered on the floor.

All of that explains how chaotic the room was,
Probably the same as the woman's heart.

The room and the woman.

Or actually those two things are just the real condition of the 'me'.