come now...

come now to me
and i will shake the silence off your skin
like dust that fell asleep
after too long a nap
in the attic of us.
come now to me
and i,
humble knelt before you,
will worship the way
all that dust,
all that quiet,
plays in the light beams
that filter in
through the curtains.
our last silence
shared between us
in the awe of the way
our absence can dance.


-tyler knott gregson