Mayor Arcana XIII: Death.

Darling, give me your absence tonight.
Take the shade from the canvas and leave me the white.
Let me sink in the silence that echoes inside.
And don't bother leaving the light on...

Cuz I suddenly feel like a different person;
From the roots of my soul come a gentle coercion.
And I ran my hand over a strange inversion,
A vacancy that just did not belong.
The child is gone.