Walking in Another Man’s Shoes

Silent footsteps aimlessly wandering

Accompanied by feeble echoes of what once was.

Overrun by the voice of a self-assured woman

Who is?

The sinking fibers of the manufactured carpet, crushing

Awkwardly against each other, a limp

Gaining in, on my position. Until;

The voice comes to a standstill. I look at empty air.

Hollow eyes meet hollow hearts,

Filling spaces with words and voiceless sighs.

An empowered spirit or broken?

Smooth transitions, as if the world was intact. 

The footsteps whispered to me,

The news of the death of one. And two births. 

-For myself