There are two distinct acts,
There is before you died,
Then there is after,
Two completely different lives.
I cannot even begin to explain,
Because I cannot begin to comprehend,
What is now and what was then,
Separated, distant, almost unreal.
There is this gigantic shift,
This colossal change,
This mammoth plot twist,
Where nothing will ever be the same.
I have lived a whole other life,
One where you were by my side,
One where everything was different,
I was different, you existed.
When you died I didn't just lose you,
I lost parts of me too,
Parts that were so delicately,
Intricately connected to you.
I don't even know how to word what I feel,
Pen to paper for months has been an ordeal,
The stages, the acts, the pages, as life changes,
Not just a new page, an entirely new book.
Small reminders,
Similarities even,
Whispers in the wind,
Where do I even begin?
