The Absence of your Giving

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.