Poetically absent

Nothing pretty about
Nothing beautiful
No way to poetically write it

It is silence

A deep never ending hole
Right at the bottom of what you are
A missing piece
a scar that will never heal
The rain as it's soundtrack
Soft and timid
Drumming
Chasing away the quiet
A forlorn forest
With nowhere as it's home
A soft carpet of leaves
Slippery with moisture
This place is empty
No one visits anymore

This is where it happened
Where it all ended and began
She is the only one who dares to come back
The girl where she sits with her beloved spirit
Though it had no meaning and makes little sense
They can sit there for hours in the silence
In blissful happiness