Thursday, September 19, 2013


I’ve been sitting on these stairs

Watching the door sit cruelly closed

Waiting for you


A smiling friend came by

Showed me trees and kids and sunrise

“Are you sure he ever left?”


A stranger yelled through the door

Slipped a book through the mail slot

“He wrote this for you”


A breeze came through the window

Said if I look at mystery deep enough

I’ll find you there


When you left

You weren’t a sunrise, book, or mystery

You just were


I wonder if I dreamed you

But so many seem to get their turn

And what an amazing dream


So dream of mine

If you’re alive, and I’m alive

Let’s speak again like old times


I’m a little older

A little sadder

But I haven’t left those stairs

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