I am the feet that would dance in the summer rain.

I looked forward to spa days and pedicure days.

I survived cold winters and terrible workouts.

I leaped high in excitement,

my only defense mechanism to cruel world.

I loved the body I was attached to,

submitting to its every command.

I trusted its guidance,

amd allowed it to stand.

Then that same body introduced me to another pair of feet.

Thinking nothing of it,

assuming it was just a new body to greet.

Intro was short, and oddly quite sweet.

For the body of mine chose not to leave.

No request to run, or pick-up and flee.

No call of distress to make me take lead.

Place on hold,

Not knowing you were stuck,

Letting time get old.

But then the waiting stop, the moment you struck.

Too late for us to get up.

Too late for us to run.

So much pressure building up.

As I begun to go num.

As i fell back, you hit the ground.

I wondered what went wrong.

As I tried to regain the energy to get up and leave.

You decided to stay awhile,

assuring your relief.

Our friendship destroyed by a new set of feet.

A pair that could not carried you like me.

Feet that never freed you from danger,

or lead you to your dreams.

Feet that supports the body that breaks you.

As i let go to summit to your final request.

My soul semerges into memories of our past.

Days when we communicate, those day were the best.

Before you allowed us to give into something that wont last.