My favourite soles

My feet slip into them like Cinderella’s slippers
perfect- fitting soles that embrace my feet.
The pitch black night in a little blue bag was always there waiting for me,
Waiting for a sign that they could come out and be worn.
If they were lost, there would be longing for the squeak they make on a rainy day.
I would find them no matter what because I am their Cinderella.
The laces are like elephant trunks; long and thick
tying them ever so delicately, ensuring that they are not too tight
or too loose, making sure everything is just perfect.
They are entirely black with beige on the inside and just to make it even more perfect,
The perfect trademark is produced; Converse.
These are my favourite, my favourite objects.
They cannot be replaced.
I would never lose them, destroy them or disrespect them.
They are too special to lose.
I would never let anyone borrow them.
If they were wrecked, I would still cherish them.
They are the world to me.