It’s hard to let go. Yes,
I form attachments
To inanimate things; I’m
A bit sentimental. It’s not manly
I know. But I don’t much care.
That’s a lie. Of course I’d rather
Be thought of as virile & tough,
You know the stuff men are
supposed to be. That’s not me.
So I cling to those shoes. The worn
leather and tattered soles,
from where I traversed foreign soil
and where (for awhile) I was free.