Shoes

All these little pieces of memories
which are spread and scattered
on the roads of stolen moments(..)
Blazing, yet tickling.
I have tread on, on them so long..
That I have forgotten
where my shoes are.

My feet were soft when I started,
a bit vulnerable, still are
well they will be always a little (vulnerable).
as long as these bittersweet memories
goes on tickling, burning them.

Truly, I've forgotten where I left my shoes ..
but, now I have this feeling
I won't need them anymore.