

To Walk a Mile in Someone Else’s Shoes
Sometimes,
I catch myself staring a little too hard.
Thinking a little too much —
wondering if my thoughts are loud enough
for you to hear them,
while I sit here imagining
what it must be like
to live your life.
To be anyone,
everyone,
but me.
I wish I could walk a mile in your shoes.
To see the heights you’ve reached,
the lowest points you’ve fallen to.
The big promotion,
the heartbreak,
the way your chest rises
when you stand under the stars —
what does it feel like for you?
To know the thoughts
that race through your mind,
the ones you never say aloud.
Would it be too forward to say
I wish I could crawl into your skin,
just to understand
how deeply
you feel?
I wish I could walk a mile in your shoes.
And if not in this lifetime,
maybe —
just maybe —
in the next.