And it's gone

You're going through life. You meet this person. You share a connection. Like you build something together. That thing becomes apart of you. But then they disappear taking with them that part of you. Leaving a certain kind of emptiness. You wonder how did you ever live without them. You imagine a future world where they're always there. And then they're just gone. For you to never touch, smell, see again. It'll be the last time you ever lay your eyes upon their face in living color. And the worst part about it is they're not dead.