Like the tattered shoe.
In the,dust and corner
Sits in the.back of the.closet.right
Hand rummages
And brings forth YOU.

The left foot  without mate.
Memories of our last journey etched carelessly on the sole....oh yes,the muddy trail...abides.
Must remember.

To the hunt now for the pairing a story needs tellimg lest it be just ink on the page or a jealous memory.
A blossom in aspic...come out come out wherever you are.

To the hunt..under the bed search every corner.may be discarded in a fit of cleaning while searching for higher meaning.
come out come out wherever you are.I need you more than ever now.
old shoe.