walking in your shoes
we went for a walk because that
was all we could do
besides stopping for the ice cream man
before hitting the pavement
I greased your wheels
and you smiled and laughed and clapped
like a maniac
going downhill was harder than up
but either way I cadenced
louder than your delayed shouts of hut
two three four
hut two three
safely back home by another way
we patrolled and swept clean the place
making certain the enemy
remains buried deep beneath our feet
may two thousand fifteen
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Perfect blend of innocent and dark. Great narrative!
Thanks so much, Millie.
I love it !!
Thank you, Leyla.