I watch everyone’s shoes
Making different zigzags across the floor.
I hear squeaks
New pairs dragged along the tiles.
I am pacing back and forth along the carpeted room.
My shoes are in the corner and I begin to panic.
I run down three flights of stairs and to the outdoors
Forgetting my shoes upstairs.
At my house I see a pile of shoes by the back door.
I enter the room to a group of friends.
A friend gets a phone call.
And I hear the
When she ends it.
Slowly she slips her shoes back on
Drops of water hitting them from the river across her face.
Inside this strange house I see pairs of shoes neatly arrayed towards the door.
I slip off mine and add them to the collection.
Inside the house muffled tears come from every corner.
Her mother stands there in the center of the room
I go up to her room
A place foreign to me prior
As I slowly open the door I see her shoes lined against her closet.
Shoes that will never be worn again.
I smile at the photos of her lined against the walls that are speaking to me
Words that I don’t understand.
I get into bed with my shoes on.
Stained cheeks and red nose
I lay up towards the ceiling
Was she buried in shoes?
When will her feet hit the ground again?
Knowing that I’ll never be answered.