Here we are at that old crossroad;

Here we are to say goodbye.

So, before you go, may I repeat,

Whether ever again we shall meet:

If I were transported

To some far celestial shore,

It could only mean

I’d seen your face one moment more.

And if my troubles fled

And never passed here anymore,

The only explanation could be you.

And if by some sad turn of fate

My days became a chore,

I’m happy, even just in dreams,

To see your face one moment more.

(C) 2025 Garrett Whipkey