There’s a knife in my neck
As I face that feeble phrase,
Which starts with me
And goes to hell
And ends with you always.

It doesn’t take too much
For my lips to try to form it,
But God, it takes a lot
For my brain to try to forget
The pain when you say it’s time,
The end of the line:
The final goodbye.

I know it’s not right,
And it’s said with quite short sight,
But all I can hope
Is that justice will fail!
And grace will prevail!
Or love will entail
A meeting again
With just this one friend,
And trillions too, all who knew
Or, failing to know, will now be shown
The proof.

Does Jonah still know?
When we disappear,
Will we surrender to you?