What if the place where 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 
Ever 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 (repeats and fades to close)