All those things we'd said and done,
Now they are forever gone.
Everything we had experienced,
We lived them against all odds.
Everything that we had planned for...
How else could it have gone?
Probable is nothing.
Pure chance is what we had.
Two motes of consciousness in a Nothing vast.
Against all expectations
Two beings in space/time met.
Your warm embrace represented a
Final parting, permanent.
Absolutely true,
That is what defines
How we met and why:
Particles collide.
This life is all we'll ever have,
It's more than we could ever dream.
But at the end there's no happy ending,
No redemption, no regret.
Separation will be eternal.
Forever an endless naught.
Now it's time to stop pretending
As if we'll meet again.
Pre-process always pending,
Impossible goodbye.
Probable is nothing.
Pure chance is what we had.
Two motes of consciousness in Nothing vast.
Against all expectations
Two beings in space/time
Embraced until that was all that was left.
Left or right, right or wrong: side by side,
Until both of us are gone.
Until afterwards we are simply not.
No tunnel, no bright light;
No paradise for those fallen justified;
There's no heaven, no hell:
Simply the privilege of having had a helping hand and friend.
Probable is nothing.
Pure chance is what we had.
Two motes of consciousness in Nothing vast.
Against all expectations
Two beings in space/time met.
Your warm embrace is something I'll never forget.
It's all over now, and there's nothing I would change at all.