fading hours

That night 

yeah you're right 

it was more than surreal 

-everything- 

those golden fading hours

we spent staring at the sky 

I was dreading, so dreading
our impending goodbye
I remember a plane passed by
yeah a plane
and I was thinking
you'll be on that in a day

and I'll still be here, lying on the grass
looking up at you

-gone-
that evening
staring at the sky

talking talking talking 

about God, about life

about everything
about the signs 

and the future, the future, the future

it was more than surreal

Shepherds Bush mosque

watching the clock 

the seconds tick tick tick
waiting till I could drink 

the holy water and the date

and you went and saved
me a seat and then I came after you 

and he came before me

the best thing that never happened

and he happened to be

pretty suave and I could see

what you saw in him then 

and it wasn't a goodbye

Shepherd Bush that night

it was more of a so long

I was left feeling as empty as a drum

with that final hug
with those so so familiar words
of meeting in the next world 

if either of us don't make it in this one

like the way we broke apart
srdf, what then-
man, it's been a hell of a journey
and I sort of don't want it to end
girl, what can I say,
that you don't already know
-see you again, yeah-
(not a goodbye)