Your absence has gone through me
Like a thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
— W. S. Merwin
Merwin, W. S. "Separation." The Moving Target. New York: Atheneum, 1979. 9.
This is a beautiful poem. I fell for it the day I read it at Melancholetta, sometime in April. Separation has been haunting me for quite a while now.