The Quintessence of You

Moving through the world without you

is exquisitely painful,

though perhaps not pain from losing you,

but losing who I thought you were...

It almost doesn't matter.

That man now exists in my head.

He's the one I want.

When I see you,

you remind me of him,

the man I thought you were...

So how do I let go?

You're all I have left of him.

He wouldn't have left me bleeding

on the battlefield.

But the universe will spin off its pins 

if I let you go, 

...and let go of the hope of him.

I must consult

Emily Dickinson.