I have been thinking about One Art poem, how I would express my idea of "loss" visually, and couldn't find words to formulate it. Even though after moving from one continent to another I lost almost everything one can conceivable lose, I don't think of "loss" or feel it. It is in me, but in some other form. A couple days ago I came across another little poem that expresses my idea.

Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle
Everything I do is stitched with its color

W.S.Merwin. Separation.

Then I found somebody's comment on the Internet:

A startling, compelling poem - note the inversion of the usual 'your absence has left a hole in me' imagery. The idea of a 'positive' absence is unusual, but it has a definite *rightness* to it, which Merwin captures brilliantly in his metaphor.

Now I have a term to think in: "positive absence". I read about the drafts of One Art and playing with the idea made this picture (I used Manfred Klein's BodoBlackSquares font).