I write this for you,

The most beautiful photograph in the world will never be enough to bring you back, or to make You stay. 

Everything that's left behind 

You vanish. Your spirit exits. Forever. 

You're gone.

All this this stuff is left behind. 

Stuff that I can't deal with. I can't handle

Alone 

The amount of relics and space and time that I will forever have. To be burdened by. To carry. 

I carry. Because you couldn't continue yourself.

I will carry you .

And someone will carry me.