Down the cracked old sidewalk
We were not the first to go.
Hundreds, thousands passed before,
Those I know, those I don't.

And there we are walking
Through floodlights before God's behemoth,
The weight of it all beneath us,
Somehow lurking there under our feet
On the very path we walk
And paths we crossed.

And lo, I could lift you off your feet,
and for time we might fly.
Carrying you, we would feel weightless -
Free from the darkness holding me.

But it was certain
I would stumble, through the cracks
I did not see.
And in that moment, as I tumble
I see you falling down as well.

All the leaves have fallen on the walk,
Our crashing shook their amber glory from the branches.
Before my eyes, they blew away
In the wind and
Decay in the snow.

You fly on your own.