Mingled with the Unseen

How deep must you look—
for my absence...
to blind you?

How fierce must you hold—
for my memory to make you weep?

How much pain must I carry...
when I touch you—
for my helplessness
to show in your eyes?

How far must you walk before the scent of my hair...
stops you in your tracks?
How close must you come...
to make room for me in your chest?
How many moments must pass...
for my breath to settle in your soul?