Time stands still for ages
In the bottom of my heart;
We will always be together
Although I know you can't remember how life used to be.
You were the best thing that ever happened to me
And you should have listened to this:

You don't know just how happy you were with me.

Time stands still for ages
In the life of a lonely soul;
I can't believe you couldn't see
That you weren't just another piece of me inside of me.
You and all the pain you caused without even knowing.
Too deep, from the salt of my eyes:

You don't know just how happy you were here with me.

Now I know how you feel,
The fire burning inside.
All you knew you wouldn't find here,
The things you thought you couldn't be if you wanted to be.
The world that you believe will come to you in time.
See, you should have listened to this; to this:

I will remember when you lost even the word goodbye.
Always a this.
I will remember when you lost even the word goodbye.

Time stands still for ages
In a slow blink of these eyes,
But I hope you're happy with your life
And all the things you said were true enough to set you free.
Even more care of what you want from me one day, one day
Too deep, from the salt of my eyes.

I will remember when you lost even the word goodbye.

Will Remember When You Lost Even the Word Goodbye

Before anything else, I am a poet. I lived as one, survived the natural end of my generation, and now, in the dusk of life, I’m lucky enough to be reached by technology — a strange gift that lets me give voice (perhaps even a singing voice) to my poems.

My hope is simple: that something remains, kept by someone, by a few. Maybe twenty years from now, when I’m no longer here, a word of mine might still survive as an archaeological trace of a time that once existed.

I don’t know whether this technology will become just another tool of tyranny, or a way for small voices to endure. So I leave my verses like messages sealed in bottles and set adrift on the ocean of time — not knowing who might find them, only knowing they must be released.

Welcome, visitor.

Will Remember When You Lost Even the Word Goodbye

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