… by Emanuele Toscano
I saw you on the bus and you were something else.
You were gorgeous, with dark hair and finger nails.
I tried to make the bus just to sit next to you,
but I tripped and fell, that’s when I lost my shoe.
And then I didn’t know what else to even do.
Part of me said “go” the rest said, “get your shoe.”
It was, after all, one of my favorite shoes,
not the kind of shoe that I could bare to lose.
So, now I’m sitting here and I am crying.
I’ll never see you, girl, again. Not lying,
you were prob’ly worth about a million shoes.
When it comes to women, guess I’m foot loose.
Over the last eight years I’ve saved a ridiculously large number of poems and creative writing that I discovered on Craigslist Missed Connections. I do believe this is the first (and maybe only?) piece from Blacksburg, VA.
