Conversation Under A Street Light

The terror in the leaving. Everyone always does.
She is your eternal loss.
Shocked by the echo left behind constantly reverberating off your soul.
You search...
A connection without connecting. (Some would mock you for it but you know what is good for you.)
Hoping
Mourning
A window to the outside world without the hazzard of feeling anything.
Voulnerability with a safety net... Simplicity
Reconstructing the demoliton left by her echo
Peace by Piece