Not Without My Travelling Buddy

Not Without My Travelling Buddy

I know that you will go to heaven someday.
I know that I will go to heaven someday.

But I’m concerned about those moments
when one of us beats the other,

and one of us is left here
on this materialistic abyss,

this plane of nonsense,
to face the heat of the morning by ourselves.

If I go first,
if I beat you,
I dread the clock ticking to the rhythm
of stale memories you see.

I’m concerned that the stars
will watch you weep
and in their empathy fall down,
making darkness that much darker.

I fear for you.

But I fear for me too.

If you go first,
If you beat me,
What will I do at quiet midnight?
Who will eat the pie that I burn?

I'm concerned that the sun
will watch me weep
and in its mercy fall down,
inflaming your leftover laughter.

I refuse to face this barren earth alone!

I do not want to sojourn
on golden streets without you.

I do not want to sojourn
on this gravel globe without you.