She Remained But He Left

He counts those hours and minutes,
That time apart that never lasts long,
Offering a pardon and excuse for her actions,
For every wound his soul carries,
that he inflicted on himself,
By living in his silence and walls he built,
With his very hands,
He has forgotten leaving,
The world and his family came down on him,
He now gathers sympathy to his bleeding heart,
And spilled ink,
But you need to know it was her who cried alone, Because he left.