The first poem I wrote as a gift to you
It’s a poem that tells about a pair of sandals
When memories left a scar in my heart
Even the most common things can be written to poetry
When was the pair of sandals made for each other
There’s no love involved but never apart more than a step
Together walk up and down the windy roads
Stepping up to the warm carpet and stepping down to the mud and dust as a pair.
The same steps, same trail, no one is more worn out
Sharing the weight of people pushing down on us
Whatever happen will not match with any others
The fate of one depends on the other
If someday one is lost
Any replacement will become uneven
The look can be similar but when worn will know
that the two is not the same pair
Just like us in times we are apart
Step shortfalls leaning on one side
Although the side has been replaced
But yet we still feel so unbalanced
Senseless sandals closely walk paralleled
No promises yet never lies
Not committed but never betrayed
Both always present with every journey
Can not be without each other every step of life
Even though each only has one side, left or right
But I love you because of all the opposites
Sticking together from walking the same path
Both our lives silently walking parallel
Will stop only when there is one left
There will be nothing but the end
If you can’t find the second sandal in the pair!!!
(my translation of a famous Vietnamese poem)
