Grief In Stages

And in your death my soul is tethered A presence yet unsevered Tragic loss not well weathered Empty in your absence Unspeakable resurgence And implausible resilience Suffering in silence As none can console Not within control An altering of the soul Never again to be whole And not meant to be Of this I will agree Although did not foresee The depth of change in me Expected not the gain That which was my bane Affords comfort in the pain As it assures me you remain And in your death my soul is tethered