‘Object’ Poem

Pair o’ Shoes

She wore me for months but

What does that matter?

Look at me now;

Sitting in a dumpster

Laces missing

Ratty holes

My once supple, lithe soles

Now torn harshly and lined with mold

My once vibrant, smooth-to-touch material

Now covered with

dog feces

Does she not remember our good times?

Like the time we had our 

first day of third grade 

together?

Does she not value our relationship as I do?

It’s been years

I’m out of style

Worn out

Too-small

But I was more than just

a pair o’ shoes

I was a constant companion

friend.