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.