The Preciousness Of A Lost Sandal

A solo stroll along the boardwalk,

Passing a forgotten sandal left by another’s foot,

A silly nostalgia overcomes me,

Will it ever be reunited, or is the owner treading barefoot?

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Why nostalgia you may ask,

Because I can imagine another stranger’s story,

It’d go something like this,

“Remember when I lost my sandal?” Telling the tale in all its glory.

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Or will that poor sandal lay forever forgotten,

It’s owner not remembering where it was lost,

I don’t believe that for a moment,

Not unless that sandal was thrown, deliberately tossed.

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It’s the little insignificant moments,

That later hit us unexpectedly,

The memories, delightful, deliciously painful,

That make us who we are collectively.

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Do you remember those little moments,

That we thought unimportant at the time,

But then discovered sometime down the track,

How important they were, for whatever reason and rhyme.

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Maybe that was the last time you walked with the owner of that sandal,

The last memory the two of you made together,

Then life did its thing, as it usually does,

And that day, that memory, is your beautiful forever.

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Don’t take it for granted,

It’s just a second is all it takes,

We never know when it’s our last,

So treasure those memories that every small moment makes.

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