old red shoes

the shoes that she wore
the night he loved her
still live inside her closet

the red silk is still stained
from the rain that fell
and the shoes are never worn

the left strap is torn
from when she slipped
and fell but he caught her

neither shoe has been worn
since she came home late
that night bringing him

as years have witnessed
the shoes will remain still
to keep memories alive

in the dark closet
those old shoes testify
to a love otherwise discarded

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