You kicked them off without a sound
Left them tilted on the ground
I walked by and didn’t move
Like they still belonged to you
Side by side, not placed too neat
But somehow still felt complete
You don’t wait to make things stay
But your shape just finds a way
Slippers by the step, so still
Even now, they seem to fill
Every pause and every part
With the outline of your heart
You don’t need to leave a sign
But I trace you every time
Not in echoes, but in depth—
Where your warmth is softly left