Down and down we go.

I wish I couldn't correct

Anything of yours.


Complications are

To be expected, but I

Can't take this guilt.


All I needed was

Somebody who understood.

Can't wish for too much.


Those signatures are

Serving their purpose, but they'll

Never be enough.


The smile you drew

Stands permanently as a

Warning, nothing more.


His brother stays as

A fill-in, but there's nothing

Like the real him.


Generations of

Arms have taken care of that

High point on the field.