I still remember my silver boots.
They were a gift, but more temporary like a loan.
Avant-garde footwear that was unisex and conspicuous.
I loved them more than any shoe I owned.
I was untouchable when I wore my silver boots,
Standing on the corner with my friends and cigarettes.
I loved them because they gave me value and self-worth.
I never intended to forget.
But whatever happened to my beloved silver boots?
They haven't crossed my mind in so, so long.
I ponder whose feet are treading in them now,
Walking them further and further away from home.
Have you ever acquired silver boots?
If you haven't then you could not understand.
Have you ever lost something like a mountain,
And then wished you still had it all again?