Poetry: Fleeting by Eleanor Vigneault



On a whim—
We climbed every set of stairs
That lay before our feet.

We followed aimlessly
Up a spiral staircase
Until we ran out of steps—

We reached the sky
And had an unobstructed view
Of the miniature world.

We towered there together,
But it was fleeting.

From there the stairs ran down,
I watched as you took the lead
Skipping steps and speeding up
With overwhelming velocity.
I called, but you kept forward
With no time for reprieve.

Even if only in my memory
There’s still a ‘you and me.’


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