A Thousand Years
The world changed around him.
He could barely see it.
It moved away, rising and fading, and he was still there.
He couldn't notice the rain, he didn't feel the sun.
He didn't shrink from the snow, he didn't smell the flowers.
The world lived, and so did he.
Forlorn, forsaken, forgot.
He changed around the world.
He had seen all of it.
It moved on, ages passing on, and he was still there.
He couldn't ignore the pain, he didn't forget the love.
He didn't shrink from contact, he didn't leave his mark.
The world lived, but he only survived.
He was forlorn.