His Footsteps

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.