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A Poet's

PlayGround

In the Stairwell

6/16/2018

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Picture
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
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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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