In Between

The crooked stairs
lead up and out.
Out of this basement of broken
bottles and promises.
No one wants to be here.

It was never meant to be
more than temporary.
It’s dark
and the damp carpet
never dries.
The couch sags
with old regrets.

We don’t want to go up
We don’t want to go down.
All we’re asking for is stability.

At first we wonder why we’re here
but time reveals the answer.
We asked for life of consistency
and found permanence,
half-way in between.

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