The Staircase

It's a sorrowful and misty-eyed face at the door, keeps on looking at me as I go down the staircase. I don't see it as I descend, yet I feel the look on my back. When I'm down, I turn back and up there I see it again... The same face, the same look... I pass to the exit, then I keep on crying, this time aloud, but going my way...