Nike

You left a colorful sneaker at my house,
the right one, lonely in the tangles of my sheets.
I sat on the edge of my bed with a sharpie
and covered it all over, the day-glow yellow,
The stripes of blue and the white edges,
I blackened it all, down to the tips of the orange laces.
I thought of your lonely right foot,
I thought of your right leg entangled in mine,
and I scribbled harder until
all of the color was gone.