He is everywhere.

He is there when I look around.
He is there when I close my eyes.

He invades into my dreams
While I'm sleeping
During the night, and during the day.

He is a molecule in my burning tears
Every single time that I cry.

I see him so many times a day
And my question is still standing

How come he had to leave me so soon?

Though the heart tells he will be back
The mind - it suffers quietly
Soft pain, and yet so sharp.

Why didn't I leave with him?

The search for the answer will guide me forever
Being my conscience until I die...