Distant Disappearing World

Does he ever want to hold me? somewhere in another dimension, perhaps, yes, he wants to hold me. Somewhere there is a version of him that can't get enough of me, in some distant, disappearing world. But, really, this is the disappearing world. To which every knee shall bow and come to know the elusive nectar of motality. One day, we shall all taste death. Bitter - or sweet. One day we shall all say goodbye. Good bye, Giah, I've learned to fly.