All of them who closed their doors in my life
Where could they be?
What have they become?
Is it just me or are they thinking of me, too?
They are the slippery sand I hold on closely
But not for long
For they always find a way out
I've contained my voice in fleeting goodbyes
I might utter the end that I will never mean
What happens to the pieces of themselves
they asked me to bear?
How does one say goodbye to those?

*So I'll keep them...

I'll keep them
No matter if I am the only one
Who's afraid to forget