Spiraling Staircase

The words you said
Stick with me like sugar to an empty glass
I keep writing about you,
But I keep seeing myself left alone
On a shelf,
A butterfly was placed in a jar
Its dust has fallen
Like that in this room
Blending in with the walls in this candlelight
You would whisper lonely things,
But now it’s just me who feels these shivers
Down the spine
And on the stairs
Descending, ascending, or transcending
These walls.