What is the etiquette
For parting with a core piece of your soul
The agenda
For releasing your anchor
I need to know the process
Of living without your muse
Show me the policy
On how to conduct my bereavement
Is it appropriate
To wail and rip my clothes
Or is it only proper
To have a stiff upper lip and straight back
Does it matter
If my soul is shattered
A core piece
Buried 6 feet under
The expectation to throw a handful of dirt
Instead of jumping in to end this facade
Surely you wouldn’t leave me
What is my compass without a North Star
I will take this as a betrayal
I choose anger over devastation
Since you have the audacity to abandon me
I will have the intrepidity to continue
Walk the path we dreamed of
Achieve the heights you hoped for
I will make you so proud
You will regret leaving me
Among these commoners
Who lack the magic you took with you
When you rested
And I was obligated to lay you to rest