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His Footsteps

April 18, 2019

 

Low, cold, sun-rays fall red upon the stair

Every late winter afternoon - when I’m alone

Before the sky turns black, I think of you

My eyes move upwards - the room we shared

You kissed him there, beneath the stair, before ascending to our room

I turn away

Through the window, I see our swing

Ropes tattered in the winter air. The seat shattered

By your lover's footsteps on the stair.

 

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