Poetry · Writing

Suede Shoes

He chased and ran- all day

to catch just- a slight glimpse

of what could be- right.

Thighs burned

marathon finished

and he’ll cherish that medal.

 

then it was time to swim

Mac said it best;

just need a way out-

he was drowning and now

he’s living

swim to chase.

 

He chased all day-

to catch a little something real

and well it was worth it

and day will only get better

and a brief time, won’t feel right,

and love will be worth a fight.

 

He ran all day

and saw a shooting -star-

he let a tear fall

on suede shoes

and he’ll remember this

for every step.

 

 

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