The entire world, hanging there
Shook his head
Now some sort of messiah
An idol that would be exalted forever for his sacrifice
No longer would be there, sharing a bed at night
Planning the future of their lives.
He had turned into a mere concept
Having left just emptiness behind
A concept hanging in the air, unspoken.
The emptiness around him
The unanswered messages
The unsaid goodbyes
A savior of sorts
Just not human anymore
Just a message
Well...Was his choice.