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Your shoes, I saw them lying neatly Side by side upon the bridge. Laces untied; socks in a crumpled bundle inside As if you had just stepped out of them, As if you had just left them on somebody else's doorstep. Gingerly, I picked them up. In the air I let my questions hang. At what point in your life Did these blood-red sneakers turn almost white? Since when did its crisp signature logo Turn into an unreadable smudge? Worn out and faded, Tattered and almost unrecognizable, I barely knew the thing I was holding in my hands… Perhaps you were too busy running To even notice its deteriorating condition? Never mind the cracks on the surface, The thinning soles already caked in mud, As long as they take you away from the darkness Which seems to follow you everywhere. For the last time, these shoes have served you. Brought you in this unlikely place, on this very bridge. Where you left them lying neatly side by side As you took the way out, barefoot. Hoping someone would step into them, Feel for answers with their own toes. And finally understand that There were no haunting shadows in your pursuit Because all this time The darkness has always been inside you.
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 9:47 PM UTC
In Your Shoes
Your shoes, I saw them lying neatly Side by side upon the bridge. Laces untied; socks in a crumpled bundle inside As if you had just stepped out of them, As if you had just left them on somebody else's doorstep. Gingerly, I picked them up. In the air I let my questions hang. At what point in your life Did these blood-red sneakers turn almost white? Since when did its crisp signature logo Turn into an unreadable smudge? Worn out and faded, Tattered and almost unrecognizable, I barely knew the thing I was holding in my hands… Perhaps you were too busy running To even notice its deteriorating condition? Never mind the cracks on the surface, The thinning soles already caked in mud, As long as they take you away from the darkness Which seems to follow you everywhere. For the last time, these shoes have served you. Brought you in this unlikely place, on this very bridge. Where you left them lying neatly side by side As you took the way out, barefoot. Hoping someone would step into them, Feel for answers with their own toes. And finally understand that There were no haunting shadows in your pursuit Because all this time The darkness has always been inside you.
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 9:47 PM UTC
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