She left them lying where they lay.
They were just too far apart.
She had left him lying one last time
and then she tore herself away.
Her eyes tearing up,
leaving her failed dreams behind her,
she dashed up the street
towards midnight.
Then after nearly half a block –
it felt to her like forever –
her heart –
gone beyond breaking -
she irrevocably stumbled,
the edge of her flip flop catching
on a crack in the sidewalk –
that’s when the strap between her toes finally tore loose.
And something else.
She fled from her lost and forsaken love,
plying on in her own bare feet.
Perhaps she would buy another pair of
flip flops at an end
of the summer sale.
And perhaps new love would spring in the fall.
But all she now truly wanted
was a pair of genuine leather
winter boots
against the coming cold.
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