Through the Stairwell Cracks

Through the Stairwell Cracks
By Allie Marie

I fall through the stairwell cracks.
You call out there is no going back;
The autumn leaves I lay upon
slowly turn and wilt.
I am but their muse;
my heart their shifting battered bruise.
To have thought I had my trust in you,
it only was a ruse.
If I said I missed you would it be a lie,
when everything around me slowly dies?
My mother told me summer always comes again.
Please dear sun be my faithful friend.

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