Letting You Go

[Christy]

Letting You Go
I keep walking until I feel numb 
not aware of the world around me, or even myself
I can’t feel anything or maybe I just don’t want to, 
because if I do it would make all of this real
It would make you real
it would make us real
and it would make you leaving real

And maybe I’m just scared
Scared that if I open myself up, tear myself open,
this emptiness inside me would become what completely defines me
Threatening me
Breaking me
Daring me to collapse 

And I don’t know if I can fill the void where everything that was once there
Surrounded you
Was made of you
And only you

So I’ll be numb
I’ll be numb to this pain
Numb to the memories, 
and numb to the sound of your name
I’ll be numb to the point where I can’t even feel my own tears

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Hello, I agree with the previous reviewers. I’ll add that it rings true, and I think believability is a really good platform upon which to make a really good poem. 

Your last stanza reads (to me) like what the narrator ultimately fears will happen, as opposed to what will necessarily happen. I think that’s the crux, and I would remove all references to fear (i.e. scared) from stanza 2 and let fear speak for itself.