The Sadness of a Single Shoe on the Highway

By Saywisely

1 min read Nov 29, 2024
A lonely sneaker, gray with grime,
A victim of a careless time.
Where is its partner, where's the foot?
What hurried journey was afoot?

It lies and waits for pouring rain,
A punctuation mark of pain.
A story with no end or start,
A tiny, broken, leather heart.

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