The Gift of Absence

 

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.