You left me, sweet, two legacies,
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;
You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.

– Lost Love Poem
by Emily Dickinson

After great pain, a formal feeling comes.
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.

– Poet Emily Dickinson