My certainty
when You are gone
is this yearning
for You.
It looks as if I am lost.
But nothing is clearer.
These pretend disappearances
into each other,
into the world,
---into the other world---
clearly depict
how, in every appearance,
You were already here;
how, in every disappearance,
You were already there;
how, in all of this,
the mystery we are
is shared
but inviolate.
I am within.
You are within.
My skin still blushes
where your hand was,
where it is not.
There's no need, then,
to tell You
how my heart is.
Copyright 2007 Todd Mertz