That’s the gift you left with me.
A gift which giants cower at its violence.
Grasping at the expiration of their reliance.
Piece by piece, unwraps itself, by your assurance.
As my breath, pauses, aching in my compliance.
Even the familiar sore spot became my alliance.
I just couldn’t bear with fall’s disappearance.
For your silence, is now your presence,
And I can’t blame you for your absence.
That the grey matter of my conscience,
Whispers, my noise only caused your Silence.