Been

Counting the steps
In the long dark stairways
Feeling the walls for direction

Craving for space
A time and a place
To hide your only possessions

Searching the memoirs
To put back the pieces
Of misplaced myriad recollections

Looking over the shoulder
Where, how and what you've been
Comforted by saddled reflections

Savoring the moments
Caressed by the breeze
Gently sweeping away impressions

Hiding the lost
Identities that have been
And the flaws that render perfection

Reaching the end
Of the stairway descended
Where you've been so many times for redemption