A room,
a view,
something askew: it’s missing you.
Where did everything go?
Days of old.
Sublime untold.
You where there.
Life grew old.
Cold, but wait,
new blood creeps free.
Behold! New person quiver.
Voice shiver night.
Shadows fright light.
Wait, what is this sight?
You stand there in fright.
How cold are you now?
Someone crying…
Something staining…
Standing above you.
You said.
You saw.
The future in me.
You.
Were.
Right.
Future’s end.
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