Friday, June 6, 2014
I still live in the old house
With the very high ceilings.
I remembered today,
How we ascended the steep stairs
Like we met all challenges then…
Two steps at a time,
While never looking back.
I tripped on the second stair tonight,
Attempting to revisit my youth.
I was reminded today,
I'm alone now; prone to descending.
I found my way upstairs slowly;
One step at a time,
While never looking forward.