The Visibility of the Invisible

Nothing will ever be right again.
By this measure of material plenty...
life's deeper sense lies buried.

Want will remain for the rest of life—
what joy then? what defeat?

Truth...is but the fear of dying.

What I had longed for—
I never found.

The Creator had sent you
to me.
In that moment you were—
essential to my being.

My soul bore the stark absence of you,
visible only to the Creator's eye.