Separation
W. S. Merwin
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its colour.
The simplicity of this poem is what makes it so beautiful. Describes so effectively that feeling when you lose someone, and how, at the start, that taints every moment and every action.
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