On my way

There are 42 steps down to the train platform,
every  last stair covered in memories
of drunken puke and the shod feet
of a million people who will never
come this way again.

I took them one at a time today
in a long careful saunter --
my right hand holding the steel railing
and my heels rolling gently
from one step to the next

Tomorrow,
i will pound them down in toes
ravaging them -- leaving them
all spent but only half-used.