i pick your lock,
with frozen tears,
and watch you sleep;
erase your fears.

i sew our hands,
you can’t let go.
each tug brings pain
but you don’t know.

i hold you close;
your heart is still.
last time it beat
was on the pills.

it’s not easy
to just let go,
when blood-stained thread
keeps our hands sewn.

i lick your lips
and close your eyes,
just like i did
before you died.

i lay with you
and hold your head,
and sleep with you
upon death’s bed.