Alone I walk
across the windswept plains.

Drifting.

I am forgotten
Not a presence,
Nor a ghost

Drifting.

I open my eyes and scan the horizons
looking for anything to cleave to

Forsaken, I am
and too, forlorn
Where are you?

I am in the wasteland of your thoughts.
These things that pass me by
are faint, lifeless

So what am I?
Not even a memory.