will you say to me when I’m gone, your face is faded but lingers on

standing at the bottom of your stairs, not quite able to move. everything was dark and everyone was sleeping, dreaming. you told me to go up first, and i couldn't because i knew that as soon as i walked up those stairs i would walk back down again and leave and things would change forever. i knew that goodbye was inevitable, i just wanted to take in more of you while i still could. "the longer you stand at the bottom of the stairs," i thought impractically, "the better." i never was one for logic.