Empty stairs

on

When I’m walking downstairs,
Towards the the darkness there,
You’d be standing here,
and stare,
Like a shadow that care.
So no one would dare
To hurt me.
You’re always here,
Anything else was rare.
From where I stand here,
You look so fair.
Black and white hair
With love so sincere.
Feels like breathing in air
Without any fear.

Now that space there,
Where you were
Up above the stair
Will remain empty forever.
It all feels so unfair.

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