By I used to love a shoe,
the way it would take me through
all the puddles of despair,
allowing me to keep on going without
getting drenched or succumbing to doubt,
and carry me so high I felt as if I flew,
to foreign countries over oceans impossibly blue,
making sure my steps always stayed true,
on the path it was the glue,
that kept me in one piece,
and I will always rue the day we
came upon that uncrossable void,
and I was unable to pass through,
without removing this shoe,
leaving it behind,
what could I do,
a slew of reasons I had to say goodbye too soon,
and most heartbreaking of all,
that shoe was you.
Thanks for reading and liking.
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Nice twist at the end!
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This is wildly unique with a very touching ending. I absolutely love this
Thank you so much! I had a blast writing it, so glad you liked it š