her shoe
unglued, the small nails
bitten
flat
by walking,
the top a scuffed brown
no longer
holding polish.
the toe
flapped.
my favorite shoes,
she said,
as you looked down
at the noise
they were making.
we might need
to stop for more tape
or glue.
I've had these
for years
and just can't give
them up.
they're so comfortable,
not unlike
me being
with you.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment