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.