The first thing you see when you find your first apartment.
The last when you leave after breaking someone's heart.
Something you dread when carrying too many things at once.
A welcomed sight after a long day.
such a familiar thing here in Montreal,
they come in so many shapes and colors.
One may tire of going up and down these stairs,
but one will never tire of seeing friends climbing those stairs
for a warm embrace and a good time.
If stairs could talk...