No sweetness in parting

The bard said,
'parting is such sweet sorrow'
As he held his beloved
And they kissed

For me,
There is no sweetness in this sorrow of parting,
At best, the sting of adhesive removed quickly from skin
At worst, you leave with my heart,
My chest a gaping wound

The separation brushes too close to abandonment,
The fear of no longer being of use
My past echoing to the present

Your return soothes the pains
The fears diminish
The tension remains
For soon you will go again,
And then you will come back.