The Lost Symphony

I always believed that giving would make him stay by my side through eternity. Sometimes, I tend to forget that I showered him with all my love and attention - not leaving enough for myself. My sole purpose in his life was to become water for his thirst, nourishment for his hunger, and a flame that rekindles his cold heart. I wrote stories and poems for his lost soul. Before he would listen and read my tales of wonder and happiness - our heartbeat into the same rhythm. My words lost its value and his rhythm skipped a beat, and next thing I know he yearned for a siren's woeful melodies - leaving me longing for his touch.