In the missing

It is in the missing that I find you,
in that place of absence, the shape
of loss, the void which remains
when you are not here, which holds

to itself, your form and substance,
moulded into my very being, drawn
finely with the hand of love, ensured
in firm presence of remembering -

that place which holds the truth, not
so much of who you are, but of who
I am, in ways which do not exist for
any other person I have ever known,

born deep in mutual liking, enduring
passion, connectedness through many
years and eternal moments, enduring:
it is in the missing that I find you.