Life is not a path
to somewhere greater...

Holding hands
Kissing...

Slip into your shoes
molded and warm...

When does it all begin?
At the first meeting...

What began with hellos,
stories and laughs...

Who's to say whats right & wrong
3 drunken, stoned friends...

"Sorry to leave you this soon..."
writes the note sitting on the counter...

Once a girl with silky golden hair
held her head high...

Kneeling by the river
washing his blood stained hands...