Emily Dickinson Poem

You left me, sweet, two legacies,--
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;

You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.

This poem is untitled. It reminds me of... the death of a loved one. I guess, my own interpretation is based off a current situation. 1st, left with love: of course you'll leave; it's your job. But, will you, as you are, return? It seems that war changes those who witness it. Will you return at all, or will you leave that "sea of pain" to blow chilly winds across my heart. If you don't return, your consciousness will haunt me. The world will continue spinning... but, it will lose someone that brought life to it's death. I don't want to think about this anymore... what am I getting myself into?