Staircase

What we needed was just to go back
Climbing the staircase into the room
Where it had all happened by a word.

There were twenty steps with a rope
Many hands have worn dark in ages
In the de ja vu many others had met.

At bottom of the stair case we stand
Looking up at the banister and foyer,
To  closed room where we lost word.

Rope is darker by descending hands
From upstairs room with lost words.
We look up , walk away, a word lost.

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