Homeless Hopeless

I shiver from the damp and drizzly January day,
Winter has already sheared off the Oleander leaves,
My eyes lock on heavy rains beating down,
As an empty shoe floats down the street
Bouncing in waves like it’s screaming for help,
It falls off the bridge into the raging water.

I take a deep breath to break the trance,
A vision of my lost love hauntingly appears,
And shouts angrily because I lost that shoe,
If only I had grabbed it,
She could have escaped the loch,
And been home by dinner time.

I slowly walk out into the cold rain,
Dragging my injured and naked foot,
The bridge handrails are cold, almost icy,
I release myself into the white-water waves,
To retrieve that shoe,
She has killed me.