I wear your shoes
just to see what these soles
have tread upon

I put myself in your
worn leather just to see
from your perspective

Truth is- I'm not so
sure I like it...

The forward motions
going nowhere- is like stepping
in quicksand

I try and stand tall, but I'm
drowning and feeling small in
your shoes.

And I could have chosen
to have never laced up
these boots

But then again,
I would have never gained such
perspective of the neglected

So I unlace them.
place them on your shoe rack
and wear my own dusted boots
for the lack of love or light or
just coming home to us

to me at night.

I have my own shoes to fill now
and you can choose to wear mine
and see what I see

Or continue on in your shoes-
perspective distorted
to stumble on blindly.