The Stairwell

Why do I keep returning to that place? 
Vivid image, burned in my mind. 

I’ve moved on, so much time, so much space. 
But some part of me has stayed there. 

Why is the stairwell in my mind empty? 
Back then, it was always so full. 

Is it meant to symbolise my life? 
Surrounded but ever alone? 

I don’t understand the significance, 
But understanding was never my forte. 

Inside I remain that same 
Confused-conflicted woman-child.