Himininn Er Að Hrynja, En Stjörnurnar Fara þér Vel

Do you still remember when we were little?

We were playing in the park

and you asked me what happens when you die?

I said, you forget everything.

Everything

"Even you?" you asked

Yes. Even me

You did not want to die. Never forget

The remains of what we used to have

were taken away with the softest squeeze

How did I forget? How?