Red Shoes
written by: Natalia Aeschliman
@NataliaAeschlim
Watching old photos
un-tape themselves from the wall
falling in slow motion, falling to the floor
watching as old lovers meet for the first time,
not knowing their souls recognize each other,
watching, here, just watching the world unfold, unclear, so narrow
waiting for the train to go from a to b
sitting in this bench pretending you are me
red shoes, untied, unruly hair tonight
I painted my lips with the dust of your lies
as I refuse to wait for time
I walk the empty streets of fashion, vomiting art in every corner
the world is a crazy shade of luminous colors tonight,
as I’m still here watching
Red shoes and all, painted lips, painted face, to appear painted to your eyes,
a canvas of gray stars
fruit as sour as can get, but as sweet as can be
you left me wanting more, you left me for me
Nonsense, as the lovers meet for their last time
as the ocean so deep respires the thirst of the tides love,
It is all nonsense, my dear, nothing at all
watching as you glide through the night,
as I go left and you go right
and our eyes meet with deep desire
yet this story has an ever after,
of craving and calling, yet, sitting so still,
the stars are learning from this, my dear,
as I am still here, watching these old photos,
falling from the wall,
one by one,
laughing at the memory
of what once was.
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