PHOTO PROMPT © Lauren Moscato
The Proper Steps
Maybe we didn’t take the proper steps, but what are the bricks and mortar of tradition when love gives you wings? That’s what you said when you picked me up in your old blue pickup.
I told you I’d be gone in the morning. Gone like all my girlhood dreams. Gone and never coming back.
I didn’t count on falling asleep first. I didn’t count on you tearing down the steps.
You’re a fool, you know. Never take the proper steps. Now you’ve taken the steps clean away, and you’re standing there with the same smile that gave me wings.
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