A writer's memory bunk

ENCAGED WORDS

how hard is it to start again?
to go back to the things that was once forgotten
such a cycle of waking up, eating, sleeping etc
doing things, apparently, without you anymore.

from the day that you last wrote your love letter and showed your last affection
is also the day that I promised to love and appreciate you even more
but how can I show them to you
when you chose to go away and not wanting, anymore, to stay.

you bring with you the happiness that was once  brought to me
the color, the life and the enjoyment you had given me
you left me with nothing, bare-handed, truly
my life is no more a kind of worthy sharing story.

What I wanted to ask is
"how can you leave me when the only thing that you wanted for me is to stay?"
how inconsiderate and pityful of me
not hearing your side and letting mine ruled your sight.

you are finally free,
freed from cage of our story,
while you are free, wandering the world outside mine
i am sitting here, caged, still, by the story of us, but now the story of you and me anymore.