Con-Fused

"Dearest, when you go,
You take me with you."
The notion, so sweetly cliche.
In practice, so shockingly raw.
My love turned to fear.

I didn't feel it happen.
Was there a moment,
While I was sleeping,
When my senses abandoned
My body for yours?

Without you I waver and bend.
Confused. Unfused.
Like my magnet has lost true north.
Or could it be that I now point
To a truer north.