Libre

She came before my butterflies one. I didn't get to finish drawing her until now. There is a certain freedom that comes with not being afraid of getting wet from the rain. There is no rain in this doodle, but a certain freedom.

Prayer for the Sole Lost Shoe On the Road

I am just the passerby
In the passenger seat
Of a passing car

It's a red light
We slow to a stop
Next to the sole lost

Shoe, unmoving
Trampled, Silent
And in silence, I look at it.

I've always wondered
How it ended up there
In that state

If it ever knows
That it is lost
And alone

If it ever wonders
How it ended up there
In that state

When will the possessor
Of the sole lost shoe
Realize it is gone?

No longer running,
Left behind,
Forgotten.

The light is green,
And we are moving,
Only my reflection left in the window

And I say silently,
A prayer for the sole
Lost shoe on the road

A prayer for the sole
Lost shoe on the road,
That it finds its way.