Like a statue I stand

 I know... 
 All this joy—this boundless love... 
 this overflowing well-being... 
 this tender care... 
 I know none of it will last... 
 The reason could be—both of us... 
 or just one... 
 or someone else entirely... 
 or no one at all... 
 Still, this happiness won't endure, I know... 
  
 Only happiness needs nothing at all—to take wing and fly away... 
 On how much salt water does joy arrive—and depart—through the labyrinth of moments... 
 I know this happiness won't remain... 
 'Someone' will lose themselves in 'another'... 
 'Someone' will lose themselves again in 'solitude'... 
 Two separate destinations call, will call them away... 
 Happiness cannot be held captive—perhaps shouldn't be... 
 Everyone loves so dearly to remain free... 
  
 Countless seasons pass... 
 Wearied heaps of sorrow... 
 Someone, completely forgotten... 
 Someone else, unable to forget at all... 
 Yet, amid all this despair... 
 Among all the withered, fallen leaves of the past... 
 Along a thread of peace—riding virtual memory—at least one day each year—becoming a few written words—I might peek through... 
 Into someone's forgetful heart... 
 Ahhhhhh... 
 My own heart whispers to itself...
 How is this any less...
  
 I know... 
 One day, the silence of clamor will lull everything to sleep... 
 The screaming of silence will wake everything up... 
 But this me—exactly as I was that first day—I remain the same...
 And will remain so... 
 Perhaps...
 At time's insistence...
 Only in silence...
 But I will remain...remember this!