Flashes of pure happiness still remain,
Firmly attached to my thoughts of you and nothing but.
Refusing to fade with the passage of time rolling ever onwards.
My memories of bliss are the light I hold on to for dear life.
But dark clouds loom, as the Day fast approaches.

Drunk on the joy of the comfort of your company,
My mind refuses to acknowledge the coming storm.
My ears deaf to the crackling thunder, my eyes blind to the flashing lightning,
And my skin numb to the soft showers heralding the end.
The Day nears ever so quickly.

My comfort and peace lie squarely with your presence.
My identity lies solely within the heart I gave you freely.
And in your hands, the clay I gave to sculpt me into your dream.
All of me is with you, my mind, heart and senses...
Living in voluntary ignorance of the Day that changed it all.

Your words shatter everything inside of me,
As you took everything I was to you, everything I gave to your gentle hands,
And you let it all go with a handful of gut wrenching words.
Forever changing the core of me with a hug and a soft "I'm sorry".
The Day finally came, and it refused to be ignored any longer.

Words refused to form, and tears refused to stop falling.
Everything I was, I gave, and everything I gave was broken as you let it fall to the ground.
It took years to put it back together, to find a me that could exist without you.
It dawns on me now, years later, that the Day I lost you, is the same Day I lost me.