You don’t know it but I still lug you around
Close to the ground
You weigh more than you should and I still don’t know why
And sometimes when I least expect it
You fall on the floor
All the remnants of what we were
Lie scattered about for all to see.
I’m getting better though
Better at packing you away.
At folding all those wrinkles out.
And someday(when I’m ready)
I will leave you behind on a train
And you will be the one who is lost.