The "we" lived so long and so fulfilling cut gone.
I am not honed sharper, rather torn ragged.
I need to learn healing, learn to live a part from you
Whose honed knife brought forth spoons, birds, whimsey.
Where now is my part?
Partner with you was first. Can "painter" suffice now?
I, no longer wife, partner, ally, finest friend,
Need learn to "friend" again.