When the world came to an end. We sat in a circle each looking out to what remains. We each saw ourselves mirrored in the destruction, the burning world around us. Our reflections bade us pause in our thoughts. Awareness soaked into us in the light of the fires around. We each of us lost in the moment.

So we have come to this. Just the very few staring back to where we had been who we had been. I myself looked with now unblinkered eyes to what was inside. My devils danced in those fires. All the bad thoughts those I cheated those I hurt. I stare and I cry for who I was. Most of all though I see all the many choices I didnt make. The girl I never kissed, the hand I never held. My heart broken again and again by words unspoken. My eyes sought without my volition my every hurt given or recieved. Every broken promise from a dead world. 

I realised as I viewed the worst of who I had been that I did not cry. I could not cry for the sins of the man I had been as much as they hurt. I could not cry because the vacuum I had come to inhabit would not allow the hurts to touch. Instead they drift around me like snowflakes in the wind. They flow around me always moving but never falling. Never feeling there cold kiss on my skin.

So we sit in our circle each of us in our own world. Our pasts holding us in this place. We cannot escape its pull. Its painful magnetism appeals to the masochist deep in me. Im rooted here hooked to the pain of a lost world. How long I have sat here I am unaware. It may be a day it may be eternity. All I know is I can never leave, We can never leave. this is our world now. The memories are not what we were but what we are. Memories, just memories.