your tears have kept the steps moist
patches of obstinate passion glistening and twinkling
in all its winks of ripples and reflections
smiling at the wet banisters tip toeing
up by your side to that attic beyond

and all those silent nights of sundays
the stairs grow one by one into ceiling and beyond
sharing a sip of star dust breeze
setting up shivers into the rickety bones
of the scaffoldings that never took you up , that never led you that door locked for ages

dust and mites sailing in your little pools
soiled slowly till you choke
into a wet pile of forgotten infinitesimal shards the way your dreams broke night after night in every dawn