The Broken Step

The step was broken.

I knew that, I was the one that had noticed it in the first place, back when the crack was small and insignificant. I'd logged it in the correct folder, and thus it was no longer my problem, it was the responsibility of the boss.

The step was still broken.

When I remembered it, I would avoid it, stepping over it. But that was rare, as most of the time, I was too busy working to think about it.

But the step was still broken.

And when it completely broke under me, I also became broken.