dancing shoes

i find my old

dancing shoes in back of the closet.

the ones i wore

on the weekends

when

pursuing love

in darkened bars.

they are

still stained

with a splash of pina coladas

and cheap

beer, the laces 

and soles still intact.

i can hear

them clicking

across the dance floors

of the 80's.

i should throw them away,

but i don't.

that would mean giving up.

i put them back.