Your shoes

Your shoes overcome mine 

On the blanket 

With invasive sand

Toppling 

Eclipsing

 

Your shoes 

Conspiring 

In a day of happy 

While my heart 

Remains too hurt to breathe

 

My mind is fighting with itself 

For air 

It has become so encrusted 

With the powdery, worn down 

dust of us rubbing together

 

If this is what is meant by 

Iron Sharpens Iron

It is painful 

Unrelentingly 

Painful 

 

As Unrelenting as His love for us