Stood staring at you from a distance <br />how pale you looked under the moon <br />even your shadow had more presence <br />like a flower unable to grow nor bloom. <br /> <br />How fragile you seemed <br />like a glass vase in the hands of a child. <br />How silently you screamed <br />Like a dying animal alone in the wild. <br /> <br />Somewhere in the vast sea of my memories <br />Fresh faced and foreign to such sufferings <br />You sat beside me smiling with dancing eyes <br />you had the look that good fortune brings. <br /> <br />Stood watching you stare into strangers cars <br />waiting for one to stop and beckon you inside <br />final pleasures pursued after days in seedy bars <br />I know another part of you will have died. <br /> <br />skin will be black and blue, insides red raw <br />both you and them will always be back for more. <br />As you and the car slipped away into the night <br />There was no shoe left behind after midnight.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-shoe-left-behind-after-midnight/
