Stairwell

By: Emmy Hartman

Alone,
I wait for
you.

I sit quietly
and picture
you,
wondering if
you will still
come.

Though a thousand
stairwells
have I
traversed,
never has one felt
so alone and
empty
until I waited
for you.

The I hear
your footsteps
echo
off of the barren
hallway, and I
feel
you
in
my
heart

And
this barren stairwell
becomes our
haven
of safety and
comfort.
Our laughter,
our knowing smile of
shared warmth,
redraws the desolate walls
with the soft pastels of
hope and
love.

I smile and
am content
just to be in your
arms.

Though a thousand stairwells
have I traversed,
never has one felt
so much like
home
until I shared it with
you.