And no matter how many times you fall

And get up

And fall

And get up,

We will all fall one last time,

 And we will not get up.

When it's time for us to 

Get low,

Fall asleep,

Leave everyone and everything we've ever known

For someone and something we've never come close to knowing.

(In that sense of knowing as

Knowing all,

And knowing completely, that is.)

We will then have the time

For that letter we’ve been putting off writing,

Or the scratch

For that dress she's been wanting,

Or the words

We've been meaning to say for 

So, so long.

But they will not have the time to read,

Nor the will to ask,

Nor the ears to hear,

And we will be left lying there,

 Covered in dirt,

And saying,

Absolutely nothing.