R.I.P

22 Oct 2009

I'm never good with goodbyes,

But for you I've got to try.

Because you never gave me any trouble,

Not even a tiny blister.

Thanks for your company while I walked some of the loneliest roads,

for the comfort you brought me on public transport that I rode,

for putting up with all my crap while I drove.

But you sure have left your mark on me,

the crisscross pattern that I now carry.

Be sure that you'd be missed,

even as you cease to exist.

So farewell, my beloved,

there can never be another as dear as you.

So start my search again,

for the next perfect pair of shoes.

~*YN*~