you have taken my sprit
that soared and danced above,
which saw me through my darkness,
holding me to myself.

you emptied my heart,
yet, now it hangs, heavy and burdened,
a siren wailing in need
for any other, not all, to fill.

yet, you gave me wings,
sparkle in my steps and beautiful light, 
at the end, that seemed my journey's end-
and so to have these taken, rightly returned

...I am the lesser.