Shoes

The shoes

The ones I got for Christmas in 8th grade

The shoes I wore every day 

Even when they started to rip

And were no longer new lookiing

The shoes I wore to every event 

With a semi-fancy dress 

The shoes I would leave by the door everyday 

And come back to when I was ready to go

The shoes that sat by the door

On the days when I would beg my mom to let me stay home

The shoes that continued to sit there once I got a new pair

Still used every so often

But not often my first choice

The shoes that have since been replaced and barely worn

But they still sit

Waiting

To be worn

Once again

Should I feel this guilt?

After all

Its just a pair of shoes