Coming From The Sea

I still have that shoe of yours in my closet, full of sand. I smile and let her go, my other hand. She still has. Yours, is in it too. I've have carried it with me since we were young and once in school. Do you see it now? She takes it and rubs her finger over the same spot. I didn't ever do that! I couldn't have. I shouldn't have. I wouldn't Have. What have you? It was latter after dark when I was walking through the back yard it filled with leaves and my horse you said it ran, with you away. You never had a horse, she says, I am walking.