August dribbles - 28


There was a time I ran upstairs
On silent feet and nobody was there; 
Looked in the mirror
Not even me.                                      

I imagined you’d be happier if I’d go.     

There was a time you ran around                      
On silent feet I couldn’t find you
But I’ll stay.   

I'll stay for you.  

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