Fate,

I never stood a chance,

I was never meant to make it this far,

Jilted by design,

 It was destined to end before it began.

How could I have been so foolish,

To think things would work out,

To have hope.

I knew form the beginning,

That the fault was all mine.

Now I'm counting the reasons to continue,

And coming up short.

My end is near.

The Visit,

"I thought you would never come."

"And leave you here alone?"

"Locked inside myself; that's what I feel I deserve."

"You deserve better."

"And I have better, you, here, telling me so now."

"I can't stay."

"You never could. Will you wait? It's been so long."

"I will stay as long as you need."

"But how will I know?"

"You'll know."

"When it gets dark? When it gets cold? When everything goes numb?"

"I will remain."

"Thank you."

"I couldn't miss it for the world."

"I'll miss you."

"I'll see you soon."

End,

All has ended,

The answers to questions.

Problems resolved.

But why do I feel as if,

I remain

Lying in wait.

Nothing preceding,

Nothing to follow,

Nothing has been,

Nothing will be,

Only nothing remains.