It was 2023
August 22, she was stolen from me
But not gone
Only half of her
The half I mostly needed
When she was stolen from me, it was far before her time
I wasn’t ready
When she was stolen from me, her spirit had gone
And mine had lost its vessel
I remember that day so clearly
And for once, I didn’t want to accept reality
That something you had your whole life
Can just simply be stripped away
That day, a part of me left
And has never come back
I was lost
I had lost
And nothing could change that
Til this day, I still wonder if that portion finds its way back towards me
But I’m used to life
Used to change
Used to lost
Used to relying utterly on faith
August 22, she was stolen from me
But not gone
Only half of her
The half I mostly needed
When she was stolen from me, it was far before her time
I wasn’t ready
When she was stolen from me, her spirit had gone
And mine had lost its vessel
I remember that day so clearly
And for once, I didn’t want to accept reality
That something you had your whole life
Can just simply be stripped away
That day, a part of me left
And has never come back
I was lost
I had lost
And nothing could change that
Til this day, I still wonder if that portion finds its way back towards me
But I’m used to life
Used to change
Used to lost
Used to relying utterly on faith
