The Day I Died

He searched for me in his lost memories
He tried to remember my sweet fragrance
He looked at the things I had touched
He craved for me in his loneliness
He wandered here and there in search of my voice
He hoped for just a small glance of mine
He wished for a glimpse of my smile
He desired the last touch of my skin
He longed for my warmth

I could see him suffering
I could see him in pain
I could see his tears
I could hear his sobs
I could hear his cries

That was the day he realized
That was the day when I died