The number of stairs to her apartment.

I counted them one night, on the way down,
on the way home.

It never seemed to be that many
at first,

when I raced up them carrying
flowers, or take out or an overnight bag for a long weekend with her roommate
out of town

Walking down the stairs,
empty handed, the walk seemed longer and very steep.

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