I remember who I was
When I met you,

That shining marble
Falling and rolling
Down the stairs,

Slithers of sun
From the skylight

Tickling me
In glimpses.

I look at who I am now,
Nothing’s changed,

Just a little less light
From the stairwell,

Slightly dusty,

Still randomly rolling
And looking for exits,

Tickled by the
Sweet drafts of hope.


One Response to “Marble”

  1. Very nostalgic. Made me think about other things I’ve neglected and forgotten.

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