Locked in a cycle,
Of where the heart aches,
with silent, distant and intimate terrors,
Which memory never takes.

A white screen,
Ink filling in,
Whimpering in the distance,
Something deep within.

Something lives on,
Though no more the life,
Worlds beyond,
Legions in strife.

But still, the wheels
Rolled on never to be.
Divided in life,
United memory.

To the person,
Who never was,
Will always be,
Within me