My left sneaker is lose on my foot.
What I'm saying is that I haven't retied it in months.
It's the last thing I have of you- the last thing you touched.
I can still see you lacing my shoes with care, softer than I ever had. 

My only Cinderella moment.
You smiling up at me after teasingly tightening the last lace more than necessary.
The way you double knotted my shoes, even though I never do, because you do with yours.
I pretend I can keep you with me, if I never undo what you did to me.