"Don't go," she says in the half-dark
Bedroom light.
Her skin pales in comparison to
The stark white sheets.
Rose lips blossom on a white cloud
Where her head lies -
Across an ocean from mine.
I want to brush the hair from her face.
I want to kiss her and tell her,
"everything's going to be fine."
But I can't make the words form -
Promises are poison to the tongue.
Instead, I finish dressing and leave,
Locking the door to the room -
Where she lies,
Crying,
On stark white sheets.