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
A
friend.