With Only Absence

There are still
And perhaps there always will be
Periods in which
All that is
Fades away
Leaving only grey

In these times
It can feel
Like there is little left
As we struggle to find
Meaning and purpose
Some semblance of what was
In a world far removed
All we have come to know and expect

We stumble
Searching for
Signs of the familiar
In landscapes devoid form
And function
Defined only by a lack thereof

With only absence
To guide our way
To show us what is there
We proceed
Learning anew
What it means
To be