one is the loneliness number

This is a photo I took of one of my niece's shoes when the family was away and I was house sitting. I had just gotten my camera and thought a child's room would be good fodder for still life. I pointed my camera all around, at dolls and baby high chairs, and stuffed animals, and rows of children's book, and baby pianos, but this shoe, this one shoe spoke more to me than anything in the room. And when I look at this picture I can't help but think of this poem.