And now
can we really say we loved each other
that much?
I'm sure you'd have said yes
yes yes
and I'd have nodded, smiling
adoringly
even as you slipped those pink
shoes on, turned and hit the asphalt
on a dead sprint to Boulder
without so much as a yelp to
hold you
back
I suppose it's time to break
out my own two shoes
and walk off this dull heartache—
less poignant all of a sudden with the
realization that
you left ages ago
This follows the last one quiet well. I like the shoes image. I'd like to see you expand that a little before the poem ends. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really get this. It brings me a real wave of sadness, increased exponentially by that last line. The focus on shoes is very good.