remembering cruelties

he never thought anyone could be so cruel, especially not someone who spent many years writing and talking and living and loving together, someone who shared music mixes and understood the intense meaning and profound value of those music mixes, but as he vaguely remembers the experience of listening to and singing along with those mixes, he experiences the pain of their loss as if it were only yesterday... she kept his words... she kept his music... she left him on the street to die... all the years pass, and still the pain increases with every passing year as the memory fades and the empty space is flooded with pain of loss and betrayal and a hopeless feeling of a life expressed in song and an identity lost... it just goes downhill from there...