Worn Down

I'm falling down the stairs again
blinded by the flashlight light
and my candy wrapper suitcase

a hundred thousand footsteps
in brittle cracked leather
nine years old and worn

I feel the way they feel
so many broken laces
zippers added and undone

weighed down, worn down
are the subtle treads and threads
and so am I

the one thing I do everyday
to remember you, it ends
without a proper good bye