Glossy staircases risen to
the gods, wallpaper that
has seen no bumps or rips.
Carpet dressed with no stains.
Stains of the specific kind of hurt.
One bump formed from one
careless act with no disregard
of care and love; time picks at the
skin of paint, the wallpaper wrinkles;
awoken more than once by the
shine of a light; creeks like the rock of
a cradle and the stairs squeak.
Words of significance; words of meaning aimed for one but a cover for all. Worn staircases often trod on and
frames slammed as frequent as a broken heart. Carpets stained with a salty hurt; two rooms decorated by regret. And the staircase is broken.
The carpet is covered in dirt; wallpaper redecorated. Everything that seemed is not as though. One room decorated with absence. The ceiling light flickers above; time won't heal.
Time redecorates and helps you learn. Creaky stairs and dirty floors
will do, just as a murmur of light.
You see what your eyes build and your heart longs for. Soon a home to one; but was a good memory of two.
