I lost my shoe,

walking away when it all becomes too much

By Jeannine KauffmannPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Barthelemy de Mazenod on Unsplash

I lost my shoe,

my new shoe, never worn just in the shop,

in front of the mirror.

How did that happen?

Did I just walk out with the one I was trying on for size?

Did I even pay for it?

I lost my bearing in the woods.

I had gone with my friends for a Sunday afternoon stroll.

Then somehow, they were gone, and it was only me.

Where are they?

I called out, no answer,

I walk on,

On the straight and narrow path.

I lost the light,

my flat is dark and darker at night.

Just in the day time it is nice, on a sunny day ,

I get a lot of light, then.

I can’t pay my electricity

my shower is cold,

my food is cold too.

I lost you.

There was a message stuck to my door,

Could I call in at the police station?

And a leaflet for the newly bereaved attached to it.

I kept the key in my hand, turned around

And never went back in.

fact or fiction

About the Creator

Jeannine Kauffmann

Poetry writer in the early morning. Poetry as a wake up call. Then later I draw lines and colours. I have a page on Instagram my art other than words although it contains words too. Titles are important to finish a piece like a full stop.

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