In Your Shoes

It was only when I walked in your shoes

banana, camel-coloured, loopy and long,
except that one, I liked
It was only when I slipped them on – comfortably
(I didn’t even hesitate to lace them tight)
It was only when I walked in them,
walked in your shoes
Clomped around
felt them pinch
struggled through each step
Felt myself lurch,
Lay there, spread-eagled,
a numbness in my head

blood on my lips

That I realised the heaviness in your heart

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