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.
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