The Shoes You Wear Poem by John W. McEwers

The Shoes You Wear



They look like you want to be taken home, you know?
Like you came for a purpose, you know?
Like you don't plan on going back home with me, you know?
Like I'm you chauffer, you know?

Maybe I should know better than to go out with you
maybe I should stop hoping a dead relationship
will ever be shocked back to life
by fancy restaurants
and dance clubs

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John W. McEwers

John W. McEwers

Nova Scotia, Halifax
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