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Your Lovers Footsteps on the Stair

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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