The tender night wraps silence round my mind,
In solitude, a grace we seldom find.
To leave, to let the quiet hours unwind,
Is love’s most delicate and kind design.
Beneath the weight of words we often bend,
Yet absence is a balm, a gentle friend.
The space to breathe, to heal, to comprehend,
This is the love that words cannot defend.
To stand apart, yet hold the heart so near,
Is sacrifice, a gift profound and dear.
In leaving, love’s pure echo we can hear,
Its silent song, a melody so clear.
To love by letting go, this truth we own,
The hardest gift: to leave someone alone.