Un Dernier Verre (Pour La Route)

Come, sit at the table under
October's able skies,
Once we'd seen eye to eye,
I'd known that
I'd pass you by, and
I tried. The bell's chime seven times
Completed at nine
The world moves on,
I find, No, but
I, Learned of time by your hands.
And in shallow waters, then,
I learned not to swim but to lie,
I await for none, ten or twenty to burn out
I insist on doubts,
We're already laying on the glass, the glass...