She lives upstairs.
I live downstairs.
She wants me
To come upstairs.
I want her
To come downstairs.
We never settled.
But,
I know her from
The way she walks
On top of my head.
Her feelings
Are
Sometimes
Smooth steps,
Sometimes
Rough,
Like an elderly
Wants to end
The suffering of breathing
Step by step,
Loosing and gaining
Hopes of
Reaching the end of a long life of
Down and upstairs.
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