Losing someone you love makes you lose the taste of life. It becomes a life without flavor or color, leaning towards black. Departure alone can break the bright color boxes you tried to gather every day to color someone's life. Then they leave, leaving you amidst the wreckage and the blend of all colors combined, turning your life into dark black. You remain among the living in name only. Your heart, residing within, beats for those who have gone. Their memories destroy what remains of your days. It's not enough what left with them; they don't know that the heart beats for them and that we have been dead since they left.