Before they know we’re dead

Hate filled I watch the light filter in
Intruding upon my unfinished bedtime story
It caught the edge, a breath from your lips
It stole the will in me; I had no choice but to slip silently
  From the tangle of sheets

I refuse to peal my tearing eyes from it
It scorches me, and everything I had lived for
In minutes, only minutes I am without you
                                                                  As it consumes your very form

A moment
Between realizations, between confusion
I stop.  But I cannot face the sick thought of it all
That has caused my blood to cease its flow-the concept of a beat
That the heart in my chest had long forgot

It is addicting beneath the stone in which I hide- I want to constantly lick
Lick the salt free from its cold and isolation, from its face
I suck it to appease my thirst and the need of it shakes my body so violently
My freckles appear as stars
Within a dream light-years away from any memory

Though between door-less doorways
And hands that tick only one way upon the countenance of a clock
I know you awake.
I know you turn towards.
I know you see white sheets-empty, untouched
But I know that within the shadow of your body you always pretend
my sleeping,
        unaware
It gives me just enough to brave
The deception of the night,
And the agony of morn