Shoes. By: Grace Cushner
What happened to us? I feel like you shut me out. What have I done? It’s not like I’ve changed. The only thing that changed was the color of my laces. Okay, maybe I’m a little worn down. Maybe I’m not all new and beautiful anymore but it’s still me.
We used to go everywhere with each other, I was more than a pair. You would wear me to the beach. You would go biking with me. You would even bring me to a wedding, just in case. I loved being laced around you everywhere we went.
What happened? I feel like you don’t care about me anymore. You just let everyone walk all over me and step on me. We used to be so close. Don’t you want me anymore? I get it. It’s just everything was going so well. Everything was going well until they came along. Now you’re out with them all the time, and you leave me at home. Yeah, I guess they’re pretty. They might be better than me. They might be newer than me. But I am still the same. What’s that saying, if the shoe fits?
Will I ever be completely thrown away? Or will I be the one always there that you can’t seem to get rid of? I would rather be thrown away then be held here, forgotten. Was there any emotional connection between us? Maybe we’ve worn each other out. I was once your favorite, now I am just an extra. I have been replaced. My spot has been filled.
So I guess that this is it. I guess this is a good-bye.
Farewell, it is time for me to a “get the boot”. Goodbye you will never meet a more fateful sole.
