In untold decades, in time you have lost,
more has changed than I could ever tell.
And yet, a world so different from our own
fails to banish your image in the dark.

I lay awake, countless, restless nights
remembering everything you said, all you knew.
A life so short, cut apart in its ascension
by a force so great that we could only watch.

It was an age ago, years greater than yours,
our laughter rang through the walls of our prison.
The strength of our bond - those moments of joy
they keep me warm while I stand in the snow, waiting.

It is not only the comforts, the lights that remain
far more often it is the bleakness of reality.
Sitting in that booth, alone with you, sobbing
as I gaze into the eyes of your imminent death.

My wounds remain open, bleeding, unresolved
yet your memory follows me in every footstep.
Fate has determined me the one to proceed, to live
and so I exist. I am here. Without you.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Aeguary, in the year 939 AF.