Ode to Shoes

We walk our desolate paths

alone

but it doesn’t stop me from

finding conjunctions to

link myself with my peers.

It’s a shame we pave roads

through ellipses, alone and

distraught

when hand in hand

we could grow together.

I pull out your heart strings,

catch one last glimpse down 

at you.

You say our separation is only fate

but one day we will meet again

where Highland Ave. meets Art Museum-

dangling from the electric wires.
My muse.