It is my belief that our use of the term “to vanish” is similar to that of “to cleave.” The latter simultaneously means “to separate” and “to join together,” a tense and oppositional engagement. The former, too, intuits that something disappears, yes, but also that it is equally so pervasive as to be everywhere, in everything. The complete and total dissolution of matter into its smallest parts imbued into every single thing.
Imagine it, then, when your love vanishes. Where has it gone. Who is it now. You try to call it out of absence but this is a futility. Science has a word for this. They say folly. When your love has vanished you feel it is everywhere, all around you in its vanishing. Ever present and gone. And that is why love—for you—is nowhere.