The Old Shoe

I'd liken it to an old shoe that's been cast aside --
Every time you see it again
You want to touch it's softened leather hide
It's such an old familiar, comfortable shoe
You just look at it and say,
"Wow, I really loved that old shoe,"
But you've forgotten how much that shoe hurt
And the reason it was cast aside in the first place
(At least until you start to slip it back on again)
Then you remember the pain
And how much it hurt
And how badly it fit
So you walk away barefoot
As you should
Toes free and pain free
The old shoe cast aside once more
On it's side in the back of the closet
Alone, but not broken
And you're free