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.