Underfoot

Soon, I'll tread on this carpet,
Walk to the door,
Slot in this key,
And pull the door back.
I'll step over the ridge,
Onto the balcony.

Then, I'll feel familiar creaks,
underfoot.
Take a draw from the air
And pull back my memories.
I'll step on the ridge,
And replay fantasy.

Soon, I'll step off this carpet,
Walk to the door,
Slot in the key
And say goodbye, forever.
Then step on a ridge
And move to my future.