these steps

these hard steps
of concrete that
lead up to your
door, the black
railing, laced
in ivy, i've seen
a thousand times,
but after tonight
no more. i know
each crack, each
crumble of soft
cement, the clouds
of moss that grow
in dark corners,
and say farewell
with my shoes that
gently tread
upwards to see you.
i'll miss these
steps, for each
one at one time
meant i was another
step closer to you
and sweet, though
fleeting joy.