The End, To the Beginning

I feel the seconds They're counting down To the end of my youth To the old body When your young Less people die Is being mature the consequence of death I've only given my heart To a single person And he passed When there's no distraction A loneliness invades His memory stands beside me And sometimes thats enough I imagine him, pacing In his groundfloor flat In his favourite clothes Flustered at something Or annoyed at that Everything is organised Like he still cares I don't live there But he never took the key Or revoked the invite