At lunch in the sun with friends and happy thoughts
My feet would dangle under the table
My toes flirting with my flats
While my eyes tried to send him my adoration.
I thought we were able to think the same.
I watched him and he watched me.
I thought those looks were so real, so penetrating, so full of feeling.
But then the sole broke.
Of my shoe, I mean.
I taped it and wore them anyway.
Green goes with everything.
Then I started getting blisters
On the bottom of my heels
Where you can’t avoid stepping on them
No matter how oddly you walk.
So one sunny day after lunch
I took them off, threw them away,
And walked home barefoot.
The pavement was cold and my blisters hurt.
But they don’t anymore.
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| No Place by Chris-tel |
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