It’s true, I will never be whole again.

It is also true that I am still broken.

It has been so many years.

Now replaced with greatest fears.

The way you came into my life,

The way you claimed I was the one for you,

You tore me up, from the inside out, you created a whole as you became a part of my soul.

The only future I ever see is the one where I thought you would be in it.

And you are not here.

Neither am I.

I am without you.

I am alone.

It is as if I am missing an essential part of me.

Now, confidence replaced with uncertainty, that even if you came back to me this man I am, the one you’d meet, could he stop your time, would that look still remain in your eyes?

He is completely changed.

The man I am cannot be the man I was.

You did that, you created this man.

You fundamentally changed my universe.

So no, I will never be whole again.

But press on I must, before these tears wash away your memories and I crumble to dust.