what is lost when all is gone

what is left
when all is gone
the dust has settled
now there's nothing wrong.
you've disappeared for a moments rest
leaving me alone
to decipher the mess.
sorting through the aftermath
bits and bobs of a broken guess
to pick and choose and clear a path.
searching for that grace
in the vast and overwhelming space.
tossing turning thrashing about
throwing rubble with a shout
gaining momentum without a doubt
searching for that grace
in the vast and empty space.
what is lost when all is gone?
merely the moment
the mistake
the dawn.