Loss

Ripping
the waist from my skin,  losing the sense
of all my sins

My
angel is dying slowly in front of me

I only
see what your eyes show me, now a cloud over my head

Watching
the days pass by as your winding down

Nothing
left to hear but the oldest lullabies

I Imagining
life without you to prepare for loss I will be forced to embrace

Easing
me into the darkness so I have time to adjust

To
slow that pain is turning to numbness,  and
exhaustion into grace

Build my
life around something that's now turning over to the universe and heavens

Preparing
for the loss that will be felt is not comprehendible

Without
you; there will only be part of me, But will keep what you leave behind

You
will leave the biggest part of what will be me