SAME TASTE

I bought you shoes, a simple pair,

the kind I thought you’d love to wear.

The very same day I asked where you stay,

hoping to send them without delay.

But they’re still on the way, a slow pre-order,

crossing each mile, each unseen border.

And then today, I laughed when you said,

“I bought you shoes”, ahh again the same thread.

It’s not the first, it’s nothing new,

we’ve matched in things we never knew.

I can’t tell if it’s just our taste,

or fate’s design we can’t erase.

Maybe it means, no matter the place,

no matter the roads we choose to chase,

our steps will rhyme, like they always do,

and somehow, I’ll keep walking to you.

p/s: i hope it suit your taste