All the Young People by Vegar

All the young people went away. He felt them leaving. He knew he would never see them again, all those familiar faces, gone forever.
He was an old man, yet he was only 22. Where were the young people going? Away to a distant place where he would never be able to reach them. These other people, the ones that were talking to him. He saw their lips move, but couldn’t hear what they were saying.
He knew they were trying to communicate with him, but he felt himself slipping further away.
And just before his mind left him, he recognized the faces of his own youth. His own faces.
And they were walking away from him.