Upstairs

I didn’t think you wanted me upstairs  
As paths were tiptoes
Lies were undisclosed
As time was kept in hidden burrows
Choices were meant to be
Shown
 
I held your hand in days I carried
with me in the wooden clary
Strong sage was willed and safely
Hid in the dresser drawers
Fiddled with fiddles and cymbals
Your eyes matching glass windows
 
 
Marielle- 2016