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
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- Comment from author about the poem: my grandpa was played the role of both my parents. when he passed, i didn't process his death until years later. i harbored my grief for a long time. losing the boots did make me incredibly sad but that was the key in me accepting his death and letting myself move on
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Comments1
That is great emotions. . Sometimes small random items may mean a lot to us ..
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