Upper Floor
No one lives at the
Upper floor of the house
That room has been
Closed for a long time
Wooden stairs that
Used to lead to her room
Don’t go to the
Upper floor anymore
The room
Filled with old good memories
Children’s toys
Covered in plastic boxes
With a stained piece of white shirt
Her heart is like a basement
Filled with old memories
Under the pile of dust
The heavy silence lies beneath it
The wooden stairs that used to
Lead to her room
Don’t go to the
Upper floor anymore
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