I notice everything like your disapproval
of the shoes I choose to wear. They are comfortable
but I look terrible to you in my Nike
trainers and so to keep you happy I buy boots
that I don’t want and I don’t particularly like.
I get outside the shop, put them on. They’re too small.
I didn’t care about the shoes you were wearing.
All that mattered to me was spending time with you.
They are buried now somewhere in my wardrobe
because although they are very comfortable
and in very good condition I won’t wear them
anymore because you chose to criticise my
choice in shoes and I didn’t want to be a huge
embarrassment to you. It made me feel quite bad
but I don’t think it entered your mind. All you saw
were shoes you didn’t like not the person in them.