I found a pair of shoes while walking
across a bridge like I often do
Neatly placed below the rail
as if they expected you
but you shall not return
I found them on my stroll to town
which I take on Sunday am
Neatly placed there
as though you’d come again
but you shall see them no more
I dare not disturb them
These shoes which do not know
that I gazed upon your presence
In broken disregard in waterway below
for you shall see them no more
Instead I walked onward
with errands far too many
And attempted not think of how your shoes
reminded me of me
and my desire to join you there
and be seen no more
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 10:12 PM UTC
I found a pair of shoes while walking
across a bridge like I often do
Neatly placed below the rail
as if they expected you
but you shall not return
I found them on my stroll to town
which I take on Sunday am
Neatly placed there
as though you’d come again
but you shall see them no more
I dare not disturb them
These shoes which do not know
that I gazed upon your presence
In broken disregard in waterway below
for you shall see them no more
Instead I walked onward
with errands far too many
And attempted not think of how your shoes
reminded me of me
and my desire to join you there
and be seen no more
