No one’s sitting in that chair,
though soon not even I,
To say that I’ll no longer be,
would be, to say goodbye.

The thought we’ve had to think, we’ve had!
Though neither wants to think.
That we may loose it if we wait,
that you and i may shrink.

Though would we lose ourselves apart
from all there ever was,
to speak, to hear to see no more,
of me, of you, of us.

For space to see some other things,
perhaps will do some good,
Though you’ll stand here
with someone else,
in space where I once stood.