A pair of shoes, buffed to a high gloss, waiting
Waiting for my return
Hidden deep in the dark dusty closet
With the composite of, past love, still holding on
Walking the thin blue line, of the honest color
The true, big blue, color of love
One day, I see myself, coming back, and cleaning up that pair
Slipping them on, then walking the line again
There’s no compare by the wear
Worn in, and broken in to fit just so
Shoes, even after years of being in another house
With my true spouse, with whom I love, whole and completely
I’m sure; you’ve honored them from time to time
Taking them out to clean, then
Saluting them with a glass of wine or maybe a shot of whiskey
Remembering the service, and shedding a tear
Before returning them to the deep, in the keep
Waiting for another year
Waiting for my return, to duty
The True Color – Thin Blue Line
T. Plotz
6.20.2015
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