There you are,
lonely and broken
and colourless.

In those pictures,
in the film,
in my mind.

You stood,
colourless but proud,
over a place that wasn't yours,

And it didn't look yours,
because it was never meant to be,
we both knew.

You stood,
lonely and cold,
and fragile
despite all that desired magnificence.

Because we both knew,
they would turn you into dust
someday...

Now you stay,
fragments of your dust in a ziploc bag

No name,
just faded blue and pink
and yellow
and memories
of a time that never came.

Your clock,
the bridge,
those arrows always
on the same time,
      why were they always on the same time
the time of end,
Twelve' o clock,
a faded dragon...

I've been there:
your roof,
those burgundy doors.

Is this a real place,
or not...?

This colourless land
of a time that never came
yet time, give it time...

"TEN YEARS!"
       - they said, yelled.

Then nothing came,
and lonely you stood.

And I'm sorry,
that I couldn't save you
not even a last goodbye

I loved you.
I'm sorry.

And now nothing stays
of a time
that never came.

I'm sorry,
my Wonderland.