You wouldn't believe that I'm wearing your shoes, your house shoes; the white ones that feel like you're walking on clouds. They were the last ones, you would ever wear. You liked them but not as much as you liked your blue ones. I wanted to feel close to you or feel you close ; maybe I just wanted to walk in your shoes, whatever the reason I'm overwhelmed with thoughts of you. I can see you walking in these shoes....with your slow-hurry, hands in mines--- smiling as if, all was well and all, we had was time; I can feel the warmth of you, I can see the God in you, I can hear the beating of your heart, more than that, I can see the readiness in your eyes... I don't want to... I try to shield myself against it; I try to make you want to stay...I plead with God, give me more time with you...and He does but you're ready. You're ready to go to Him and He's ready to receive you. Memories of you are running down my eyes again but it's okay....I'm wearing your shoes and right now, I believe that I'm going to be alright. You're with God and He's  with me....I believe as I'm wearing your shoes. I believe as I'm wearing your shoes.