Ques?ion

I found happiness
In a pair of oxfords.

Two small,
Pointed toe
Oxfords.

Each stride dignified,
Deliberate,
Distinguished.

Each step
Clicked.
Each step
Clinched
My breath.

Ablaze,
On fire,
A fierce path led
Me

Found me,
Drowned me
In all
I’ve ever wanted.

Call it infatuation

I’ll agree.

What is stagnant?
I don’t remember.

All I remember
Is Click
Click
CLIck
CLICk
CLICK.

My soul
Her soles stole
And held me still.

Caught up in motion
Avoiding stillness
I forgot what stillness meant.

Bury her,
Sorrow that is,
In the dust kicked up
By the click
Click
Click.

We walk,
We stand still,
We move foreward
As if we were running all the same.

I used to run away,
Then run back.

Now I run away,
So I can run back.

I finally found
What I was looking for,
Where I never looked
Before.

Fast or slow I know
That a click
Has never meant more

Than it does now.