One Lone Shoe

Today I noticed one lone shoe,
Forlorn and on its side.
How it ended up that way
I cannot quite decide.

It was a woman’s pump and made
Of shiny patent leather.
It looked brand new and hadn’t time
To bear the brunt of weather.

Perhaps it dropped from someone’s bag
En route to local cobbler;
For if it fell from someone’s foot,
We’d surely spot the hobbler.

I can’t imagine someone running
With a single shoe.
You’d think the balance factor
Would at least provide a clue.

I’ll never know the story
And most people wouldn’t care,
But if that woman tracks her steps,
I hope that shoe’s still there!