Paradise Lost

Because that you are going
And never coming back
And I, however absolute,
May overlook your Track

…

Significance that each has lived
The other to detect
Discovery not God himself
Could now annihilate

Eternity, Presumption
The instant I perceive
That you, who were Existence
Yourself forgot to live

The "Life that is" will then have been
A thing I never knew
As Paradise fictitious
Until the Realm of you

The "Life that is to be", to me,
A Residence too plain
Unless in my Redeemer's Face
I recognize your own

Of Immortality who doubts
He may exchange with me
Curtailed by your obscuring Face
Of everything but He

…

If "All is possible" with Him
As he besides concedes
He will refund us finally
Our confiscated Gods.

- from Emily Dickinson's

Because That You Are Going