Sorry

I left him. I left him drowning from his own tears and pain. I wasn't brought leaving someone but I left him. He was holding unimagined load of sadness while resting on his shoulders and mind. He exists, his life burned through his emotions and past. The blank pages of written poetry and the canvas of his smile. With his own vocabulary, words changed. The marks of hope unchained him and also left him. With no eyes, no thoughts, not even senses escaped. Sing him a song, a song that won't be forgotten. Sing him until forever. "Remember me".