What Comes After

We all have someone to share our lives with Someone to witness us Our true selves All of our grit, Our love Our tragedy and despair, Our generosity, Our hate It may be your husband It may be your best friend It may be your wife It may be your brother It may be your sister But what becomes of us when lose that one person? Do we still exist? Or do we become something else, unrecognizable to ourselves? I say for awhile yes. But in despair we all come full circle, And hopefully see ourselves from the backside. With honesty and hope.