I wore these shoes for you,

Not thinking that the wind was cold,

Or that I'd be uncomfortable,

Only remembering how you said 

You had a thing for bare naked toes.

But now your eyes criticize.

Your nose shows disgust for my choice of footwear.

You count me as a loony,

And discount me as anybody

Who could ever be anything to you.

But I suppose what you can't see

Is through,

Someone who would do anything for you

With wild abandon and disregard 

For weather or timing or anything else.

But that's of much less importance to you

Than the practical way one should choose her shoes.

-jenn