Stones crumbled all around,

It was hard not to feel it

They were skidding across the floor,

Making it easy to trip.

The house was not built for us,

The design was our own.

And maybe that's why it was caving in

We should have left it to the professionals

My eyes ran to you

We should get out while we still can

But you held them with your eyes

Like stones, unmoved.