By Em Hatemore
Date: 2011 Aug 26
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I dreamt of the stairs again
The endless stairwells
The rushing steps
Escalating into the nothing

I can see your fleeting figure
The glimpse of a pant leg
The bottom of a shoe
Forever fleeting, just out of reach

For two years I have chased you
Up and down the stairs
Through endless beige hallways
Down long dark corridors

Today I stopped chasing you
I hit the exit doors running