Four-Hundred-Eighty

"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.

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[LadyGreystroke]

don't fall down the stairs.