Not Long Left
No Shoe Left Behind After Midnight - Poem by Not Long Left
Stood staring at you from a distance
how pale you looked under the moon
even your shadow had more presence
like a flower unable to grow nor bloom.
How fragile you seemed
like a glass vase in the hands of a child.
How silently you screamed
Like a dying animal alone in the wild.
Somewhere in the vast sea of my memories
Fresh faced and foreign to such sufferings
You sat beside me smiling with dancing eyes
you had the look that good fortune brings.
Stood watching you stare into strangers cars
waiting for one to stop and beckon you inside
final pleasures pursued after days in seedy bars
I know another part of you will have died.
skin will be black and blue, insides red raw
both you and them will always be back for more.
As you and the car slipped away into the night
There was no shoe left behind after midnight.
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