I remember grabbing them after your service
Leaving in a hurry, being nervous
Time after you has been a bit of a blur
But three years later, I didn’t know where they were
I had moved around so much in an attempt to flee
The inescapable homesick feeling I had inside me
Through months spent somber and confused
I lost them already–your last pair of shoes
The search will never end
So I must stop looking for them