Who Do We Become

I did not understand you
Were a living part of me.

Your memory forced
Me to redefine who
I Am.


I struggled for a definition,
Not liking my choices.

Who do we become when
The people we love
Leave us?  How do we

Fill the space where 
They once were? How
Do we stitch together 

The memories we are
Left with, to make
Ourselves whole again?