baby steps

We stood on our tip-toes
overlooking a giant staircase
of swiffered dust bunny dander
and you asked me if it was true,
if i like-liked you

and i thought about it
(i’ll carry you in my heart, right?)
and looked at the ladder to the attic
(carry yours within mine)
down again to my toes,
peaking from holey socks
holding me up

and told you no,
even though i thought
i’d never loved you more.

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