It hits me at odd times.
In the middle of a sentence. That moment right before I fall asleep. Or while processing orders at work. That's when it hits. Right between my ribs, it hits, clenches and then slowly dissipates. That is now the definition of you in my life. Sometimes it hits harder than other times. Sometimes it makes me freeze for a moment or two. Like this morning while lining my lips. Or yesterday while saying my evening prayers. You hook in when my guards and wards are down. And I can't help but think during those moments how we got here. 

Then I become thankful to God for having made me cut the strings before now for if I hadn't, you wouldn't just come to me at odd times. You would haunt me like a ghost - all day, everyday.  

Soon you will mean nothing at all but for now, this is where we are.