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.