I totally just listened to loads of Fiona Apple and then wrote a poem inspired by her lyrics and my current living situation

Soul Step

I sit in the chair at the top of the stairs
And stare
Well aware
Of the feet that aren’t there

I look in the nook past the steps I mistook
But I shake (or, I shook)
As it’s just shadows and air

Well, that’s of no matter
Who needs feet and chatter?
The matter-of-fact is Here and not Where?
As you’re never alone
If your own soul treads there