Absence

I may have to vanish for a moment some kind of nothingness has come upon me. There, somewhere in a long dead year she is once again near; her hand in mine. “Not now, but ever.” I can read her thoughts. “God has to visit Himself once more.” If I could have spoken, lips would have bled through their words. Back from the gone, the vacancy of her presence is a submerging nothingness, a lack I still have to find myself within.