Your Sole – © 1993

A free form piece showing defiance after having my heart crushed. Sometimes it’s kinder to be blunt, to erase all hope. But it’s really hard being on the receiving side. I tried to tell myself that I had SOME impact on her, even if it was only as a deposit on the bottom of her shoes. Yeah! Can’t get forget me that easy!

Your Sole – © 1993

My heart lies in shattered pieces at your feet.
You carefully attempt to sidestep the carnage.
You wince as scattered shards are crushed to dust beneath your heel.
You pat me on the shoulder and say, “Sorry”. Then you are gone.

But you are not free of me!
Tiny fragments of my heart will always be attached to your sole.

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