No Pair Can Replace Them, No Matter How Comfortable

Too fancy for something that ends up in a box

or a fire.

Shiny and sleek-

they were my favorite shoes. 

The laces' noose

dangled in the center.

I knew they'd be gone one day.

I had grown accustomed to their feel.

I looked forward to the pain in my left heel

while slipping it on, ignoring the knot.

Reviews

[Sasha]

You did a good job of conveying that no matter how stubborn, silly or uncomfortable it may make you, you're loyal to those shoes. Your sadness was subtle but I knew it was there.

[Ruth]

I like this piece:)
Cleverly done, its as if the shoes have a character of their own, after all, shoes witness our travels! lol Awesome poem xx