The Shoes You Wear Poem by John W. McEwers
The Shoes You Wear
They look like you want to be taken home, you know?
Like you came for a purpose, you know?
Like you don't plan on going back home with me, you know?
Like I'm you chauffer, you know?
Maybe I should know better than to go out with you
maybe I should stop hoping a dead relationship
will ever be shocked back to life
by fancy restaurants
and dance clubs
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