I try to wear my
shoes sideways, because
I only want to get
halfway there, a
small, absent minded
smile
on my face…
because I’m
not there
yet.
She is
there.
And the idea
of her
floats alongside me
showing me everything
that she is
to me…but…
I’m trying
to wear my shoes
sideways
for a reason
I think…
maybe too much, maybe
not
enough
because I only
want to know her
halfway there…
and I’m not
there.