I cracked and died
and you left me here
lying on the stairs
So I dealt alone
I mourned the loss
I pretended not to care
I woke alone
Walked through each day
And wondered where you were
And why I didn’t
mean enough
to warrant any word
I slowly healed
those outside wounds
but the real scars bleed inside
With every flash
of cruel memory
this heart cracks wide and dies.


Echoes on the Stairs Copyright © 2015 by Felicity Johns. All Rights Reserved.


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