Soles

Two shoes make a pair... together they make a half whole. Without the pair they’re practically useless. I was born one half of a pair. I found the other shoe to make me whole. This shoe was perfect, the laces were the perfect length and they had no scuffs. I wished I could be that perfect, I was always scuffing myself and being that shoe that pinched your toe just a bit too much. I longed to be that other shoe, or at the very least... to keep the pair together. But no matter how hard I try to look for the other pair it seemed like it didn't want to be found. I wanted us to be a pair so badly, all I keep hearing is my mom saying “don’t worry mija, todo estará bien.”