Shoes by the door,
Clothes on the floor,
As long as they stay,
My cares melt away.
Shoes by the door-
Whispers love ever more.
The shoes by the door
Love by the Door
Waiting Pair
The shoes by the door still faced outward, patient as promises. He never returned, but every night she turned them just in case once more.
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Love by the Door
Shoes by the door,
Clothes on the floor,
As long as they stay,
My cares melt away.
Shoes by the door-
Whispers love ever more.
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New Slippers
Dad got some new slippers,
Comfy, quite a bit larger.
“Dad is that you in there with her?”
“Get outta here kid,” yelled Uncle Roger.
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Reality
My job was to document, list the souls. They breathed their names with earthly importance. Names didn’t matter. Shoes shed, names shed. Life ascended.
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Gone
I tripped over those stupid shoes in the doorway again. Yelled something I probably shouldn't have. I carefully placed them back where you left them.
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The Lost Ones
Stagnant, old, withered—ages have gone by, yet no one came. With hopeful hearts, they waited—watched for the return of laughter, footsteps, and life.
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The Red Stilettos
The shoes have been there for nineteen years, tucked beside the door. I keep them clean - one day my daughter might come back for them.
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The Popcorn Smell
by Author Jennifer Jaxxon-Louis
No matter whose sneakers or pumps are near the door, if you sniffed, you know all too well that they’d have that awful popcorn smell.
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