His Shoes

The other day I wore your shoes in the rain They fit so well but still brought pain Someone asked, “Why wear them then?” I answered, “They bring me close to my son again.” I wore your shirt the very same day It was a Volcom shirt in a shade of grey A touch of your cologne and it smelled like you It gave my heart something to cling to Remember the thirty cents you left for me It’s in my pocket to set me free That quarter and nickel you last held Binds our souls like the strongest weld Your baseball hat with the sweat-stained brow I never really appreciated it til now It’s too small to fit on my head So I wear it proudly in my heart instead Yesterday I finally turned off your phone I cried, son, it made me feel so alone Today I’m using it with my number instead It ties us together like the strongest thread Your music is the best gift of all For in it I can hear your heavenly call An un-silenced voice always there to hear A love that draws me ever near With all these gifts I hope to move on Like the sun rising upon a new day’s dawn I will think of you with every step I take And in your shoes lessen my grieving ache