Ever wonder what happens to the people who weren’t born because
a change to the timeline was fixed?
I travelled back in time, to see the past. I erred. And thus, I let the future change. But, staying undefeated to the last, To bring my future back, I did arrange. But not without adventures long to tell; And not without the aid of willing friends, Who, knowing it would doom them full and well, Did aid me in my timeline-changing ends. And thus, when I returned I dug a grave, And over it I set their names in stone. To honour those who, more than I, were brave. That lives now never lived won't end unknown. Yet I have back the life I had before; What is this thing I've lost forevermore?