Shoes

These are your shoes -
I cleaned them, polished them for you
to pick up.
I remember you bought them that afternoon
we went shopping, just what you were
looking for. And then you wore them to work
for the next six months.

Last time, you left them at my place
and we said we'd get them soon.
And weeks passed, more weeks passed
and when I finally went to get them,
things were not the same.
I cried in my room,
could you feel you still there, beside
me.
I am not angry at how things became.