To slip into those size 11 slippers,
And walk like an alien,
Wearing his favourite t-shirt
Feel like a kid on her own,
Clinging on to those big arms,
As long as she could,
Not worrying about tomorrow,
Only mistake she overlooked.
Conjuring various memories,
Are the circles,
They circled around so many times,
Delaying departures,
Waiting for the next day to arrive,
Of the morning sun,
That was bright,
Like his smile,
Of the sunset,
That promised,
A beautiful time,
Growing old in his shoes,
Was one thing she shamelessly desired for.
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