Lonely Shoes

In my prime, I was a nurse at that hospital on Main Street. The shifts were crazy long, but we got decent breaks.

While I worked there, a rumor went around that nurses stole supplies—not me though. The only thing I ever brought home from the hospital was a stranger’s pair of shoes that I found alone on the roof.

From that point on, I always took my breaks in that roof. I never want to see another pair of lonely shoes.

Now, I keep them above my fireplace. I heard Heaven’s cold. I hope this helps keep them warm.