Without You, I am Nothing

There are few words to describe
Such an intense feeling of loss.
Love so primitive and yet so complex
Is rarely felt.
Blood is no connection,
And yet you are of my flesh,
Of my soul.
A part that is so irreplacable,
To try is an insult.
To recall such unmoving memories
Of joy that we spent is a sadistic;
There is no pleasure, without the pain.
Without you, I am nothing,
Merely a fragment of my former self,
Shriveled and contorted and broken.

Without you, I am nothing,
And yet, I am everything
That you have made me:
Everything that you have taught me -
To learn, to live, to love -
Is within me, and whilst I die
Still I live on,
Incomplete but still very much alive
With your breath, life and soul.
Without you, I am nothing.
With you, and only you, I am complete.