Senior Boots

Sometimes, you look at me with mismatched eyes,
because God was unsure what expression you needed
to bestow upon me at that moment in time

but we content ourselves to kicking gravel off of buildings carelessly,
because we perched ourselves so high above the ground
the Heavens grazed the bottoms of our feet.

Someday, you will slide past those arches in your boots;
I will not be standing by your side to watch. I avoid it,
but I can't help but have days I count down until sapphires
become once-in-a-blue-moon irises I will not be able to afford to gaze into.
Meanwhile, all I can do is content myself to sleepless nights.