I think about your shoes
and how they sound
against the grey
and the tip tap
of the melody
takes me away.
I think about your shoes
the rhythm to and thro
the way you come
to then just go
and how that absence
leaves me so cold
separate silenced alone.
I think about the snow
and how you told me once
it ruins your soles
and how that feeling
did ache in my bones.

©JM.Cole