Lost.

When you slipped, quietly and finally, from 

beneath my reaching fingers

there was no jolt of flaming pain.

No anger.

No agony. 

When we parted, placidly and without contention,

I had already spent 

all of my hurts

on a thousand heartbreaks. 

In the end, I was left with only a wandering lostness. 

Not shattered, as expected.

But wide-eyed and disoriented.

As if the world no longer made sense

without you in it.