All of You

Disconnected, oh such an awful feeling.

The thought of it alone makes me despondent.

As if life was too good that it needed to add this misery to balance out.

Looking for an answer, if one exists, hope it’s not how it’s meant to be.

My mind thinking what to do if it never ends, this feeling.

How I’ll cope this time at losing a beloved union, a blessing.

Trying to move forward under a guise, one never to truly do.

Shaking this state of being could not, will not be easy.

A feeling too sour, yet so familiar, yet still not use to it when it strikes.

Don’t want to lose what I’ve grown accustomed too, what I cherish.

You, all of you.