Once,
In a far of land,
Across a million galaxies,
A man died.
He was extraordinary,
But far from home,
And no one understood his last words.
They were:
"I don't know you,
Right now all I know is pain.
But I hope that you will remember me.
You see,
I have a life,
Far from here,
Galaxies away,
And I need them to know I'm okay."
The words were lost in translation,
Never to be heard,
And never to reach the man's home world.

Not everyone can be remembered,
And not everyone is heard.
Some die
Some live
Some disappear
And some are forgotten.
The man's family searched
For him,
But eventually they gave up.
Then soon,
They died too.
The man's words
Were lost
And insignificant,
Only important to him.

We are all lost in galaxies
Far from our own
Venturing in to our own
Unknown.
Our last words might never be heard
Or maybe they will.
Are words
Important if not understood?
Lost in translation
Might just be all we have.