Just a second ago,
I saw his shoes,
briefly,
and they stung me.
I saw his tennis shoes,
and how the contours comforted him.
I saw his flip-flops,
and how they convenienced him.
I saw his dress shoes,
and their inconvenience.
I saw his boots,
and how they calloused.
Before I could actually try them on and walk in them,
they were invisible to me again,
but the mere glimpse of them stung me hard.
It hurt so bad.
I feel fine now,
but the scar's still there.
I want more scars like these.
I'm not sure I can bear the pain,
but I'm not sure I can return to numbness.
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