I Sweep With My Shoes On

I rock to and fro

lost to those moments

tainted with memories

full of dust and roses of yesteryears

My young blistered fingers feel the strings of the acoustic

guitar and caress an old soulful tune.

Scarlet letters of Ex’s lay scattered at my feet

Bound to long-lost love

Thrills and frails of the past linger in my soul- stuck in a rut

My dull eyes lift to see the light today

It’s time to sweep my life clean – now a cliché.

I still sweep with my shoes on.