Your Lovers Footsteps on the Stair

May 27, 2018

 

 


 

The cold, low winter sun falls red upon the stair.

It’s like this every afternoon, late, when I’m alone.

Before the sky turns black I think of you and me.

My eyes move toward the room we shared. You kissed him there beneath the stair, before ascending to our room.

 

I turn away.

Through the window, I see the swing we played on.

Ropes tattered in the winter air. The seat broken, shattered like our love.

 

By you lovers footsteps on the stair.

 

 

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