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Alex. Late March. 

  

Insensible Losses

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.