Girl at party in pretty pink dress and
eight inch stilleto heel boots
feet straight like a ballerina under the hem
which rises - a stage curtain - as she clenches it
knuckles white
to show the lock above her ankle
she's staring at me with those green eyes
tear on her cheek just so
smiling
I want to lift her up and
carry her away
as a groom takes his bride across the threshold
to safety
I want to give a little bow and
offer my hand – the perfect gentleman
with cruel eyes and a sharp grin:
“May I have this dance?”
Instead I smile back and
hug her close like an old friend
my head on her shoulder
whispering softly in her ear:
“Who hasn't walked a mile
in your shoes?”
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