Gone

I don't know where this came from, I'm not even sure I can relate to this. But while at work I was hit with these words. I don't know if this is something I can relate to or someone in my life and the only title I could come up with was Gone.
I dreamt of you last night, although you were not as I had imagined. When you left me you were tall, dark and a little bit of heaven. Today when I saw you in the midst of a crowd you looked weak, feeble, and lost beyond imagination. I couldn't bring myself to say hello. I didn't want to know you anymore, I left you a certain way and I didn't want to know who you were today. You were once the person who gave me strength and pushed me to the edge. You never gave up on me until the day I let you go. As you walked away, you walked away with a little piece of me. My soul was lost, my heart was tormented and you just walked away. In my dream I saw you struggling, I saw you as a monster, not as the man that I had once loved. You looked troubled and scared, almost as if the devil was knocking on your door. As I walked past you today a shiver went through my spine and it was as if Satan himself was griping for my soul; the soul that you didn't take completely but trying so hard to take what was left. I scuffled off terrified, afraid that you may have seen me, as I turned back for one last look; you were gone. Gone again with a little pinch of me, however this time my heart was not tormented but more at rest.