DUST UPON
THE STAIR
My life
careers on so fast, the years and people fly by to who knows where,
times I had
have been the best so I'll remember them but forget the bad.
Isn’t that
the way we live our lives? Always wanting to remember the good but not the bad.
My music
still sounds the same, bringing haunting memories back that I thought had been
lost forever. I think of them with a chill down my spine.
They’re like
dust upon the stair, undisturbed except by a solitary footprint.
Whose is it?
It isn’t mine, only the ghosts know, they glide through my mind in long
forgotten memories taking me to a reverie almost undreamed of in my normal
state of mind.
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