if the shoe fits

Occasionally it comes out of the drawer, this really spent old ballet slipper. My last pointe shoe, I only kept one, so I would not even try again, once over, a thing should be done with. Stoically as I try to approach the past, this memory, kept well and alive in the drawer, takes me in hand and opens a flood off feelings, loss, joy, the sense of flight only dancers and birds know.

So I put the shoe on the foot, and sat a while.