If I Had Gotten Her Name...

A walk on the greenbelt
on a cold winter day, is anything
anything but enjoyable.
As my dirty mitten gloves
do there best to trudge with me on my quick walk
with my old, mucky, loveable Spaniel
I look at my shoes
my shoes, with more holes then I can count
countless holes
and as I slowly look higher, to my faded jeans
and an oversized hoodie, quickly thrown on.
I gaze up and look ahead, and see a dog.
Another dog not my own.
Smaller, very much so
on a pink leash, a very nice pink leash.
Nicer then my shoes.

As I gaze on my rope leash, and back at the mysterious walker.
I gaze at her for the first time.
and my over sized hoodie seems distant.
My faded jeans, and rope leash
my swiss-cheese shoes
it all leaves my mind.
Distant.
The cold, the weather, the day, my own dog
its all gone, and distant.
And I focus on the first thing I see, which is this mystery girl.
It feels like so long ago talking about it, but time is abstract
and in this instant, non existant.
Her hair done with a nice braid, looks like it was put up in a hurry.
But it still looks perfect, without a stray hair in sight.
and her pool eyes, of blue, makes me want to stare in them forever,
thats what it felt like, forever.
And I look at her plaid shirt and black velvet jacket,
with more pockets then holes on my shoes,
I feel distant, as distant as time and as distant as my faded jeans and rope leash.
And as I look down at her furry boots, which seem more alive then her dog
I wonder why I've never seen her before on this greenbelt
and also why I decided to wear such a crummy hoodie.

And rain begins to fall, but I still havn't noticed
and I look at her face, her perfect face
and her perfect clothing
even her perfect leash.
and in just a few steps, and after what seemed like forever...
she passes.
She passed me, now SHE'S distant
and my old distant things, my jeans and the weather and the rain
are all closer, and i want them farther
because in that moment, in that 10 second time period,
that I walked next to the perfect girl
everything around me seemed perfect, except for me.
I was distant, and now i'm not
now i'm with what was once distant, and I no longer a stand out.
And as I look behind me, for just a few more moments of the girl I saw, I look at my shoes again.
And wonder to myself, why I hadn't went to the shoe store sooner
or picked our a nicer jacket
or got nicer jeans
anything to make the perfect moment better.
And as I look back again, and wonder what could have happend
I remember my dog, and how he's walking with his limp.
I remember her dog, and how it's walking with a coat and a pink leash.
And i wonder if theres any way it could ever stop raining that day.

And as I walk and think about what had just happend, I look down at my shoes
for the third time
and decide to try to count my holes in my shoes.
I realized that no matter how different people can be
and no matter how beautifull they seem
I need to focus on whats happening to me personally.
I may not have a coat for my dog
or new shoes for myself
or a new pair of blue unfaded jeans
but what I do have, is a nice home, and a loving family.
The only thing I dont have is that girl, but i'm not moving anytime soon.
So, I finish my walk with the holes in my shoes, as I counted 8
which is to much for one pair of shoes to have
and I take off my oversized jacket, and my swiss cheese shoes
and walked myself upstairs to enjoy what I have
because life is worth living with what your born with.