memories of nobody

Everyday I'm haunted by memories of nobody.
A past, reminded by sight.
A change, more than expected.
So different, so unappealing.
Yet,
There's a magic,
An insensate magic.
After all, its a memory.
The memory of Nobody

Why am I bound?
The end is near, I can see it.
I've always had an eye,
For the end.
Time withers.