Stair. A poem.

We stopped upon the stair,
our furtive conversation
like a tender questionnaire.
She smiled and talked and stared
and in the animation of her lips
and smile and hair,
I found a love that swelled
long after she had left me there.
And that fire that burned in me,
as I yearned to breathe her air,
consumed me from within,
because she was, oh, so unaware.
And so I dream and often think of her;
and perhaps one day, she’ll care,
and perhaps one day she’ll feel for me
the way that I have dared.

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