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
and quiet

what if i was wrong

what if we simply fall
..and fall