An end to ending

Starting with the truthful lost in unfamiliar ways, I stumble to the point of disarray. The things u once held dearly now all tumble far away and the sight of you is fading from my dreams. Open hearted surgery while not an open chest I feel the scalple slicing what is inside. These thoughts don't bring me half as far as I've already been yet these thought have kept me going since that day. Somehow, maybe someday we both will recollect the day, but this night has seemed to become our only friend. Won't you want a moment deep inside to mend or is the feeling another way to pretend. You can't have loved and left, yet you did.