First, you were an idea,
a wondering,
a what-if.
A faraway notion,
intangible.
Then–suddenly–
an integral part of my existence.
What I once couldn’t imagine,
now I couldn’t imagine being without.
Helpless, needy,
but crucial.
Forever changing my concept
of what would be.
How could I think I knew love
before I knew you?
That requisite part of my heart
that keeps it beating.
Someday soon
–too soon–
you will go.
I can’t fathom.
Yet.
Certain.
And I will be as before–
separate, individual,
lacking.
As breath escapes without notice,
so too
does time slip from my grasp
as I watch you grow,
change,
escape.
Special thanks to A Way With Words for bringing my attention to the phrase insensible losses.