these shoes. I haven't worn them since the night I saw you again since the Last time I saw you for the Second time.
I've wondered. charcoal black splatter. chain grease and rain. blacktop and grit. dusty water from the sky. tight when I put them on. then I realized.
I stepped out of the bar with you into the sudden, pouring rain. My right foot instantly wet and cold, a new hole discovered. The left dry: duct tape. a rushed so long. see you again with a question mark hovering at the end. mentally hopping from foot to foot. afraid it was only me.
It's been 39 days.
I've wondered. charcoal black splatter. chain grease and rain. blacktop and grit. dusty water from the sky. tight when I put them on. then I realized.
I stepped out of the bar with you into the sudden, pouring rain. My right foot instantly wet and cold, a new hole discovered. The left dry: duct tape. a rushed so long. see you again with a question mark hovering at the end. mentally hopping from foot to foot. afraid it was only me.
It's been 39 days.

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