𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

New and Old

I love new things
My shoes are bright and colorful
They smell a little like spray paint
My book is crisp
The pages white and sharp
It's practically untouched

I really can't wait
For the colors
on my shoes to fade
And the fabric to detach
from the rubber sole
For the bottoms to hit
the ground so often
the treads wear down
And to slip them on my feet
Until the inside
molds to their shape

I really can't wait
For the pages
to yellow with time
And the corners to
round out from my touch
To pick it up and see
the cover wrinkled and worn
And flip through the pages
to look at faded annotations
For the spine to crack
from the constant use
And stains to show
where something spilled

Because when these new things become old
Is when they truly become mine

December 2023