Balancing Act

Without you, I can't seem to steady myself. When we were together, we complemented each others insecurities and weaknesses. You were my rock and I was yours. When we walked, we held hands and pressed against one another. Now that you are gone, there is no one to press against and I feel as if I am about to fall over. At the end of a hard day, there is no shoulder to lay my head on, so I wander listlessly from room to room in search of some hidden source of comfort. Strange isn't it, that I was the one that wanted you to go because I said my life was too complicated? And now that you are gone, I feel as if I've lost my identity.