i’m sorry i haven’t called you in a year i got busy watching t.v. with the closed-captioning on i got busy chewing locoweed (i’d rather go crazy than talk to you) yeah i’m really sorry i haven’t called you in a year i woulda called but i lost your number in the trash i think it’s in a jersey landfill by now, somewhere off exit 166 on the parkway there’s really nothing else left to say, except how does it feel now that shoe is on the other foot? how does it feel now that shoe is on the other foot?
can he not put his shoes on without you, symbollically? can he not function nearly as well without you? (cant even put his shoes on right?) i really dont understand why you said that... but i do like the poem.
ummm, if you're joking I'll feel like an idiot here. But having the shoe on the other foot is a phrase indicating a reversal of roles. Meaning here: how does it feel now that I'm thr one not calling you? As for the entire poem, are we your audience? Am I the one thats supposed to be feeling your pain and your lovers guilt? Because, I don't know how it feels now that the shoe is on the other foot. I've got no idea and it makes those last lines that you're trying to emphasise empty. Don't get me wrong, I totally understand you dumped this person, that was very eloquent. But, If you bring me into this poem emotionally I would just care a lot more. I'd be suddenly struck by how painful it is to have the shoe on the other foot.
