Category : Poems

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I'm letting go of a very special person.
I try to wear his shoes but I always trip over something when I start to walk away. My feet fit perfectly in his snug but bulky tennis shoes. Their tight embrace enables me to stand tall and correct my balance when I lean too far  and clumsily almost fall. I never wore his shoes before they we're heavily used. I've no idea of how they looked brand new but when they're on my feet they never stand out. 
Senses of shoes.. all of them.
There is no problem when I wear his shoes. Tragically, there is a critical issue with trying to always wear his shoes: there is no room for growth. When I wear shoes that fit too well, I tell myself my feet stopped growing long ago.