Shoes Left at the Door

There’s a pair of shoes near the door,

Still waiting like they did before

Untied laces, silent and still,

Echoes of footsteps that time won’t fill

They tell of walks that won’t return,

Of fires that no longer burn

Of laughter once across these floors,

Now just whispers through old doors

The leather cracked, the soles worn thin,

Yet memory still walks within

They’ve seen the rain, the spring, the snow,

Now they just wait with no place to go

No one dares to move them now,

It would feel like breaking a vow

As if those shoes still know their name,

And wait to hear it just the same

They are not things; they are a trace

Of love, of loss, of a missing face

We walk around them day by day,

But never find the words to say

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