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
Copyright © Wade Greenlee | Year Posted 2015
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