You said I didn't understand. So I tried to walk a mile in your shoes. But you know I'm not a stilettos-on-marble-tile kind of girl, and the click of your heels miss-matched my beat. So I gave you back your feet... and walked the other way. But maybe, one day, we'll meet again. On a park bench or a city street, both picking gum off the surfaces of our similarly worn-down soles.