RED BOOTS

I saw them.

I saw them going down the street.

I saw your boots without your feet.

I saw your slick red boots pass me

but you weren't in them.

I watched them walk away

as I have so often in the past

they had your rhythm

and your sway

but you were far far away.

The boots were lovely

and longing for them

doesn't bring us any closer, I know

and watching them stomp off

will not have you come back

but I couldn't help but stare off

as they left me again.

God, I miss your boots.