to someone i lost...

He is gone and he left some things behind:
he left his coffee untouched,
his lunch in the half,
his family alone,
his dog homeless,
his cigarete still burning,
his parants unvisit,
his shoes unweared,
his clothes unwashed,
his jaket hanged on the wall,
his pictures in the box of the memory,
his faith behind the sins,
his eyes on his doughter face,
his voice in his children past,
his moves in the middle,
all he left was million unspoken words...
many moments that he will miss and letters
that he will never write... one lost life...