Tired
Breathing hard
My chest
Slightly aching
And I can't take
Another step
I just wan t to
Keep staring
At the storage
Cupboard
Wood painted
Brown
Glass front
With a
Lock that struggles
And then I notice
We are the
Same height now
The days I had
To stand on tiptoe
To reach the top shelf
Long gone
Without being noticed
By me
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