She walked a mile in her own shoes
Threw them away in a dumpster alongside the wave swept rocks
She knew the way
The act of being lost was nothing new
She ate her indecision
The fruit tasting a tad sour
She locked step with his
He glanced with too trustful eyes
She wanted more
The wind kicked harder
She hugged herself against the frigid air
The moon looking down
She decided to walk in his shoes
The tattered worn pair just the right fit
