wearing your shoes

wondering just how it would be to be like you, i slip on a pair of shoes you left behind. not to terribly big nor small, i walk a step or two down this long hall. the sensation of wearing yours is fun and interesting at first. reality awakens me. i can't be you. you can't be me. these shoes just don't fit. i slip them off and slide mine on. a little worn out and not attractive, yet amazingly they fit. they are my size and have already conformed to me. soon it will be time for a new pair, but they won't be yours. i can't walk in your shoes.