Two Pairs of Shoes

I own two pairs of shoes That hold a little magic of their own The first pair is my favorite, Yet is so rarely worn. The shoes I step into Only in my sleep or when I get stupid and selfish. Those are the shoes that Fit me perfectly; made for me... Like "my" pair of shoes. So often I wish to lend Them to someone, Just for a while... The one I argued with; Or try one I was judged by; or The one who fought with me; Or the one who loved me. When they think I am Crazy or when they Think I need to be more mature; I just want them to Step into "my" shoes and See it all.. Feel it all... My other pair of shoes-- The ones that are more often worn, And they are a little More magical, or so I feel. I keep them safe and hidden, Packed neatly in a box. I take them out when I am Feeling low and lonely I take them out and think Hard of the person I love or miss Or I fight or I judge And the magical shoes Turn themselves into theirs.. I put them on, in my Silent, cozy room when I am alone Staring into the mirror Imagining myself to be The one I loved or I missed Or I fought or I judged moments ago.. The shoes then make Me walk the room like them See what they see, Feel what they feel, Say what they didn't say, Do what they wanted to... These pairs of shoes are Not just any accessories They are the reason I am still loving and missing And fighting and judging And doing it the right way, For the right people... These make me see all the Beauty in a person like they see Like I see myself In "my" pair of shoes...