You loose someone,
A father, a child, a wife,
You grieve.
You lose  something dear to you,
A cat, friendship of a good pal, passion of a lover,
You grieve.
Then you lose something material,
"An earthly possesion",
A pen, a pendant, a job,
And you go on with your life,
Or you try to.
Not acknowledging what that loss means.
How it defined you, say, where you worked,
How you spent 8 hours of your waking hours.
A job is no longer the means to pay bills  for you,
It is now who you are.
Someone asks,
"So, what you do?"
Your immediate answer would be your job,
Your occupation.
That thing which you define yourself with.
So why we don't take it as what it is,
A relationship, a defining matter,
And take time to properly grief when it ends?
Bukowski once said,
Find what you love,
And let it **** you.
I dare say,
Find what how you define yourself,
And let it die, wither away,
Once it is time.