In the quiet shadow of my heart, Your presence, a soft, trembling art, A need tethered by invisible strings, Yet not the love that spirit sings. I hold you close, yet free you must be, For in these bonds, we both can’t see, The truth that whispers in the night, You deserve more than my borrowed light. I stand in the echo of doors left ajar, Filling the void more hollowed by far, Yet courage calls me to set you free, To find a love that isn’t lost in me. Though I cling to patch the silence, I know I’m no cure for absence, Go, chase the dawn, embrace the better, I release you, my tethered debtor.