The poet says that people who died are not "they are not anywhere", but "they don't go anywhere." The deceased are in my memory and "they never get old." Since he realized it, he stopped walking. He noticed that here is "the most distant place." He says that it became possible to talk here with both of the dead and those who he had no chance to talk to. Words exist in order to value something that cannot be put into words. From poems, "Two."
"December 31 2018
from “Oriori no Kotoba” by Kiyokazu Washida, The Asahi Shimbun"