Regret

He sits on the end of the bed praying she wont hear him as the twinkling lights that once created a whimsical atmosphere now serve to illuminate his true essence.  

His hands, how much pain they have created as he presses them against his eyes in a useless attempt to stop the flowing tears.

She silently sleeps as if nothing has happened ,  unaware of the destruction that is taking place only a few inches away from her.

She is calm , he is not
He is in love , she is fast asleep
He is afraid for his life , she is fast asleep
She is dreaming , he is silently screaming 

As he looks back at the place by her side he gently places his calloused hand in hers. Perhaps impulsively or perhaps consciously she gently grasps his hand in a tender moment of connection.  

In that moment he feels the false hope that they call affection and mistakes it for understanding.  He whispers "I love you" before silently weeping himself to sleep......again.