What if the place where the love retreats to rest
was a comfortable room
with a fireplace
providing warmth and shelter
on a dark winter's night
what if dying meant being rocked to sleep
every so gently
in the soft embrace of
caring arms
and pure affection
what if the last thought we will ever have
was the memory
of a beloved
carrying us away
into the void
peacefully
and quiet
what if i was wrong
what if we simply fall
..and fall
