i can see
your blue shoes
peeking out at me
from behind the door ajar.
worn blue keds with pristine white laces.
connected to you
and your voice talking
to someone i don't know.
i quickly pass by and avert my glance
too scared to look at
someone too close
to my idea of perfect.
i'm in love with the possibility
of your presence everywhere
and what you leave me with-
the memory of
those blue blue shoes.

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