Long steps curving in a circle
going down those steps,
it smells like old sweaty socks,
like a lot of other men-
have
taken the same road that I have put him in
Where is my stepdad?

I see him being pushed
pushed down those long gray steps,
that lead to no return.

Never coming back,
up those soft stairs that
feel like cushions.

Coming up the steps-
never coming up the steps-

What did I do to this man?
Will he ever forgive me?
My face is hidden behind a mask-
so no one can see the real me-
What would they think of the real me?
I wonder what he sees me as now.