If I had the chance to tell you one last thing

in the space
above your head
I see his face-
And the memory of
The us that once was
Floods back,
In a moment.

I see his eyes
And the glee
And I recognise
Like the inevitable
cold sweat of
a bad night’s dream
that we have leapt across
the edge of the
river of no return

If I had the chance
To tell you
one last thing
I might tell a tale
Of a thousand parts
Or sing a song
To cast a spell so
Time would stand still
Or maybe silence
May be all there is
To see and be.

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