Time is not the only

A poem

So much has gone missing
As I mourn your losses and
The loss of you, the loss of 
Your thoughts, recollections,
The loss of who you were or
How you form ideas, come 
To conclusions. All the loss
That is clear, and all that is
Ambiguous, waiting in the
Wings for the big finale I am
Sure will tear my heart into
Many more pieces, break it
Again and again, as if you're 
Being broken hasn't torn it
Apart. Time once was lost
Yet it still marks the losses.
All the time. Steadily. But oh
So slowly, and unpredictably.
So much has gone missing.
I miss you so much. All the
Time.