Four-Hundred-Eighty

Four-Hundred-Eighty

A Poem by scarlynn

"Coming up the stairs,
up and up and up the stairs"
coldness covered my arms,
my heart lifted.
I wondered what the name of her lipstick was.
I wondered if she wanted kids.
I thought of her kids coming up and up the stairs.
Rambunctious and oafish.
I saw myself running up the stairs,
I saw myself looking down the stairs.
Either way, I saw no one.

© 2015 scarlynn


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don't fall down the stairs.

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Added on September 19, 2015
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scarlynn
scarlynn

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