ran away to the foot
of stairs
fell asleep on the
landing.
your tall eyes
your tall eyes
panes i threw
my words
at,
philosophy as an
apparition
haunting this house
silent.
i wish i were jacob
under shoegaze of
stars
and my footsteps
would creek
as they become lit
at the top of
the stairs,
growing bright
as the sun.

the end