This silent night has so much to say, Yet tears that come down like drizzle plan to stay. And I think in what I feel, but what I feel is you, And I intend to set you free…like I always do. So unbound I see your eyes, Yet the look on them is so sad, so stunted, so scared… But I am never vexed enough, Enough to say I’m sorry, for something I know nothing of. And my thoughts they now seem so small, Since you don’t surmount them anymore, And my heart hunts for any motivation to stay awake In this deafening calm that pleads to stay. A pungent sea of tears scuttles through my veins, And it never goes away, but it never demonstrates, Don’t worry; you’ll never know the wounding sting you bring When you don’t even notice that you’re further not here. I’m sorry if this causes you any little pain at all, Even if you did about a million thousand times before, Still with the power you control my wit, I’m a bit more blissful in your absence overall.