In the stairwell
He crumbled Overcome by whys That sought to drown out What if's For what really Were the chances You would slow down To see the one Wondering how He had never found his way To you Losing himself in lavender While he got carried away In the chamomile There was no way He could hear the patient's plea With you so close But still too far to see Tap tap tap Your fingers doing the work As your heart struggled To remain free The screen Stealing more than eyes From the ones Who needed us most Day after day He stumbled by Awkward the closest of kin Just for another moment In the presence of the one He sought so desperately to understand Weeks now That routine wearing down What little courage There could have been What would happen next When he had to say Goodbye? Staring now At the ceiling Where dreams go to die The whisper came With the first rays of light Begging him to climb The stairway to heaven So there he was Crumbling One flight to go To simply see The what if You had made for he Without reason Without fail You emerged to answer Neither of them knowing time Or why They cried You with your tears And he with his smiles What else was there to embrace But now? Holding onto What he thought Might be the last He could feel the armor Soften The scars beneath Still seeping with blood Dripping their way softly Until they could rest With his own The mystery Watching overhead Redeeming Believing And through al things Conceiving The miracle of love Wondering how He had ever found His way To two
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