The delight…to be a feather again instead of a plummet, to float not to drag.
She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return.
Today I saw a man wearing your shoes.
Not YOUR shoes.
But ones identical to the ones you wore the day I met you.
When I noticed you were just as disheveled as I was.
The ones that were slightly torn at the seams
Not because that was the style
But because you hadn’t yet needed to replace them.
Those shoes I used to see laying on my bedroom floor or that used to leave prints in the sand of my front yard tracing the tire tracks of your car parked under my oak tree.
Those worn out jalopies you trudged around with were the same you used to walk away.
I saw a man wearing your shoes today and I laughed… I always hated those God damn ugly shoes.
I know one husband and wife who, whatever the official reasons given to the court for the break up of their marriage, were really divorced because the husband believed that nobody ought to read while he was talking and the wife that nobody ought to talk while she was reading.
you might not have been my first love
but you were the love that made
all the other loves
irrelevant
