Even If. Please. Poem.

When my candle runs out of wick/ I hope there’s still warmth in your smile/ I hope your pen understands/ My ink doesn’t always know what paper wants/ But there’s always love/ When I run out of weight/ It’s your paperweights play/ Please wait till I finish up my absence/ Hush, we are frightening the wax/ Don’t streak the armoire/ Enough silent scars/ Press a breach into our shadow/ Grip my light/ Crows in the mirror/ Kindle the clean slate/ Insatiable blank/ Clutch words for the mourning/ Pelt the dusk/ Look into distant screaming/ Revive my silent i’s/ Misspell.