Your shoes
all stand together
lined up like a chorus line
in the bottom of your wardrobe.
These your dancing
these your kiss me kiss me shoes
these your plod
around the house doin’ nuthin’ shoes
these your carefree
who gives a....shoes.
The shoes
chatter amongst themselves
remembering all the different YOUs
you could be
Your dresses float above them
like dreams your shoes dreamed.
Tomorrow
they will learn of your death
packed away
in black refuse sacks
beginning their new life
in a charity shop.
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