Missing Pieces

I know I didn't do everything right.

I have my own shit to take responsibility for.

But I did a lot right.

I did marriage right.

Because you left with pieces of me.

Pieces of my heart that I will never get back.

There's this strange emptiness that feels wrong.

My identity has been ripped to shreds.

Not that you were the reason for my breathing.

But you were a part of it.

Who am I?

I'm no longer who I was.

a confidant

a best friend

a lover

a wife

I was good at being those things.

Then one day, it stops.

How are you supposed to just stop?