In your absence a serene calm,
Soaked the sweat from my palm.
It was all I wanted, as a healing balm,
No fear and almost no qualms.
No words, sighs, involuntary sounds
Now, to say you’re coming ’round,
You are more than just bound,
Alive and almost unwound.
Chaos reigns; I am drenched in guilt,
Dreading silence; my thoughts got spilt.
Death and All His Friends 