I love the scent of new shoes.
Memories pour over in waves,
The blind man’s bathtub.
I dream of boyish play, childish laughter,
Untouched innocence.
Shoelaces untied like
Fingers of the wind running through loose hair.
I dream of when we first met
On those steps.
Your eyes smile at me
From the past.
In my dream,
Cool concrete dissipates
And my feet are no longer bare.
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