The wave of heat hit
Climbing those metal stairs,
Head bowed in reverence
As if entering a sacred place.
She was.
A bare bulb hit – stark light
Revealing secrets and truths long lost.
A life in the loft
Boxed, bagged and tagged,
Stacked, balanced and dumped.
A life of a before time.
Memories abounded here,
Timeless and immortal,
A cacophony of moments
Interwoven as one.
So she sat. Still. In reverence,
Perched on a mountain of
Outgrown clothes
and forgotten childhood companions.
It yielded and she fitted perfectly,
Of course
Back in the life in the loft.
It was overwhelming really
With each gaze cast
A fleeting moment remembered
A flash back to the past.
So she would sit for a while
Smile and be free
At one with the life in the loft
Remembering who she used to be.