I've seen you wear those shoes before.
I fear this is the last time I'll see them walk out that door.

They are nothing special, nothing too much.
But give you just enough comfort for when we lose our touch.

You never shout, or try to pick a fight.
Simply dust off those shoes and leave for the night.

That peculiar sound they make as you walk down the hall,
Will always set me up for that dreadful fall.

I'll say that I am sorry, I will try to beg and plead.
Why does it take you leaving to realize you are all I need?

I want to change, and become a better man.
Losing your heart was never part of my plan.

It's been a full year since you marched out that door,
but your memory still lingers, and I simply can't ignore.

I hate that you left me, I hate that you walked away.
I pray persistently that you might return someday.

But I know that it's over, and what we had will never be.
Everyday I come home and all that is there is me.

I used to hate hearing those shoes walking down the hall.
Turns out I would give anything to see them after all.