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.