I left you something small and slight
tucked in the folds of silent nights
not meant to shine nor speak aloud
drifts beneath the world’s great shroud

you’ll feel it when the silence leans
between your thoughts behind your dreams
breathes in rhythm soft and slow
a presence only you would know

no weight it bears yet never strays
it lingers through your quiet days
it isn’t named it isn’t seen
but colors all that lies between

a trace a thread a woven ache
the part of me you didn’t take
still there it lies without a mark
the thing I gave you in the dark

For Keepsake..