To Anyone That Cares

To: Walking

I'm fascinated with the way you walk. Slowly and gracefully, like our feet kiss the earth then leave it wanting more. Stepping softly breaking hearts, gaining admirers, yet losing hope.

The sound of your feet padding, padding , padding on the floor to their destination is music to my ears. It's like every violin plays and my heart melts and jumps at the though that your feet may be padding towards me.

You walk in silly ways, swaying and leaning and quick steps and mellow paces. Like an intricate dance with too many steps, but you're an expert and do it with perfection.

I can tell the way your heart feels with one step. Whether you slouch or drag your feet, or you step fast and lightly. You're happy when you have a certain gracefulness in your stride, but, on those bad days, you shuffle and are so hesitant you could fool people into thinking you've never walked before.

You're beautiful when you walk with passion and a desire to do something. You entrance me and I can't fight it, so I watch. You've got the perfect stride, small enough for me to keep up, but large enough so that your passion can carry you places.

Your feet are a sculptors work of art. You scrunch up your toes when you're mad and wiggle them when you laugh. Your high arches are the perfect curve, but embarrass you every time you buy shoes and must buy accompanying arch supporters, grumbling the whole way. I have size 13 engraved into my head and you constantly make fun of me for small feet.

While others legs are rooted into the ground, you've cut the roots free and let your long legs wander the earth. Every time you walk by I see your beat up and ragged converse, it's like you never take them off.

I've grown to love your converse, the legs that come out of them, long and graceful, and the extended strides you take. I love the places we walk to. I love everything about you, but your legs and the places you go amaze me and entrance me. I'd walk with you everyday.