Upon My Liar's Throne

  On the edge of time, I fell to my knees in the dry leaves that had fallen from the once green trees. In my broken hands I held the memory of your touch, and still I reached for you, lost beyond that black veil of time. In my mind your memory still haunts me like a disease, tainting my thoughts and emotions. We once kneeled together here, and locked our hands in a tight embrace, promising to never fall away from each other.
  I am alone here, wrapped in the blanket of memories that once comforted me. It's lined with your touch, cutting into the skin you won't come back to heal. Beyond me, I can see the future leaving me. The past, behind me, echoes the better times, no longer meant for me. I picked up the edge of this time, and wrapped myself in it.
  Dressed in funeral garb, I went to the place we used to be, and sang you a song made of all the beauty that was left in me. As it all came down around me, I stood in place, singing to the darkness that had come to take me away. I turned my thoughts once more to the past and reached, again, for you. Behind me, as I look, I see not you, but only me. As all my loves, it was only make believe.
  Now I find that as them, I was too, and there is no one here to make me real.