A Revisited Memory

I walk up the steps and enter the balcony, I glare at the image in the mirror, who is this I see?  Who have I become? The face I see has endured so much over the past years, As I look deep into his eyes I see the pain although now deadened, still pain. Can this be replaced? Anger tries to slip in, your letters from long ago try and fill the void but only remind me that losing you, the only one whose ever known who I am, whom I'm not, and who I want to be is now gone. You are now gone. I walk down the steps, I walk away from my reflection. Its easy to say, yet so hard to do, but I just have to walk away, I must walk away. With so many people to love in my life, why do I worry about one?