When you’re growing up
a keyhole
is enough 
to peek at the grownup world
a door left ajar 
to catch a chuckling whisper

When
with your own keys

uncertain you unlock
maybe a friendly word and a touch of lips  
or a welcome with a blow of silence  

maybe a thunderstorm
lightning so bright
that  secret will be unveiled
and what’s not built yet will burn

This 
constant opening of doors
with no return
hanging new ties
turning the lights on and off
climbing the stairs

Then
falling
and only
echo
echo…
and next ones

follow you
still 
climb 
higher and higher

At least gather 
views 
to remember