Poetry- A Pair of Shoes


A Pair of Shoes

We went for a walk
In my dusty shoes
Tainted and smoggy.

Sauntering through the roses
We stopped to
kiss.

Arches of petals dancing,
Glaring-
and he leans in.
Hot breath meeting nothing.

And there he is looking at me
And I stare at my shoes.
My dusty, dark and broken shoes.

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