Fight

He never fought for us.

He left without a word.

Not one word.

He left the minute he found that there

was someone

else

waiting for him

in the deep abyss of our world.

He gave up so

much for so

little.

But he doesn't know that

because he never thought it was important to fight

to fight for what could have

been.

We are too blinded

too blinded by the now

to think of the future.

I can't blame him.

You can't blame him.

We can't blame him.

But one day we'll think about

what could have been

and sob

uncontrollably

into our hands,

the only things that are left

from this wretched

time.