Our life mapped out before us,
That map now but smoldered ash,
A perfect happy journey,
Now all\'s left a final crash.
Our first steps felt so right,
Our hands enwrapped naturally,
Our eyes always the others gaze,
Our heartbeats as one perfectly.
Now on the cift edge I stand,
I turn to your hand held out to me,
Still I step back,
For I am stupid me!