THE STAIRCASE

 

I close my eyes to sleep,

and what do I see?

The staircase from my past.

The stairs from my

elementary school.

I can hear children’s voices

as they run up the stairs to classes.

I can hear their shouts

as they run down to the basement for lunch.

But I can’t see their faces.

I can only hear their voices.

All I can see is the empty staircase.

A lone echo of my childhood. 

 

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