You once gave to me the poetry of your heart
through bloodshed tears of your wasted time
I listened so softly
you didn't acknowledge my upbringing, as you lost your way of sight
my hands out empty
lost without your touch
Absence of space closing in
so small but yet so far away
I listened
but no one listened back
I spoke softly
words across my lips
left in cold frigid air
once touched
but never received
I lost your giving
the Absence of your giving, as it hung heavy in the air.
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