Pair Of Shoes

We are a pair of shoes.

Always together, can’t be united

We are dead thing, as if we don’t have a soul.

We’re moving because of human’s feet

I’m the right shoe

You’re the left shoe.

I’m delighted when asked to run fast

But I’m afraid you’ll be exhausted

I have no problem drenched by rain

But I’m afraid you’ll be cold.

We realize that we want to be together

But we can’t do anything at all

It feels complete when there are two of us

It feels sad when we’re on different shelves

When close to you, a box is like heaven

But we’re powerless even to touch each other.