The Girl Up Stairs Poem by Louis Borgo

The Girl Up Stairs



Moved out on my own a responsibility take's place who could know of days of youth
To founding maturity as I lay days to rest a young lady move up stairs questioning where do I know her
From haste of paste of days take place-

To the assumption under the moon light filter the clouds with a maze of stars what a beautiful out take
To pin point long stressful days of time place and origin to reminisce of how I got to this place
The question that propose is who could understand such a burden of a person but as days turn into
Months I quickly
Learned that like minds think alike as I saw her underneath the stars written in her journal
Thinking to myself how life can be so grizzle I just play to the shaded-

Night capture beads at hand a wholesome prayer I knew she prayed perhaps every night
To resolve who would not put up a wall a wall of shallow glass but
On the other hand to pass it would be shallow ground for a man to bypass-

As days would continue to unraveled, usually routinely of checking the mail,
I notice her daughter careering a basket one plus size her size from upstairs,
I thought to help but she seem to be so determine,

And on the way back of getting her clothes out of the car she ask me did I help her daughter,
I told her I was surprise to see she got it but if you every need my help I be glad to help you,
And I notice her hips shift, head drop, smile, and laugh and she said she might just take me up on that
Offer,
And that was the start of a conversation that was much pass due-


As time would capture I start to notice where I had seen her, it was high school
But did again it was college, but I ask myself what is upheave?
And given time to understand what was ectasia?
Giving time, place, and origin of the situation should I keep perusing?

As time unfold it and a year or two by past our pass cross once more this time
It was at a grocery store, And she smile in a way that was unexplanatory,
And my shoulder bend, quirked and shingled and I ask can a woman have that much power over a man,
Thinking to myself I can explain it better without words-

And what I learned that if you are going to give your heart give it to the fulfillment what woman would
Not want to be found acceptation-

And as I pick up the paper the next day it explain she was working on a master and
I thought to myself the only person I know to have a master was my older sister who would like to hear
The full story-

12-22-14

Monday, December 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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