sometime after
the aftermath
of you and i
i found
a pair of your shoes
in the back
of a closet
the dust bunnies
had tried to hide them

your shoes
were determined
to take me for a walk
down memory lane
i took the dust bunnies
with me
for companionship
and protection
because rabbit's feet
are talismans
and purveyors
of good luck
there was a lot of them
so i felt pretty safe
(they did make me sneeze a lot though)

the bunnies
left a trail
of dusty footprints
so we could
find our way out
if we got lost
i was a little bit afraid
because memories
of you
usually stab me
right in the heart

it was different
this time
(maybe because the bunnies were protecting me?)
your memories
were dull
and bounced right off my heart
back to where they belong
in the past

when we got back
to the present
the dust bunnies and i
put your old shoes
in the trash
and secured the lid
(we put a big brick on top)
just to be sure
your shoes
wouldn't be able
to walk back
into my life




*Author's Note:
I had been thinking about writer's block and how, as writers, we probably have the ability to conjure up a few lines at will on any topic even when we think we can't. I decided to try an experiment. I would write a poem about the first thing I noticed in the next room I walked into. It was a pair of shoes.

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