One thousand times

One thousand times
I have asked you to please
stop leaving your shoes
by the door.

One thousand times,
there is a pile of
shoes left
by the door.

I step over them.
Curse under my breath.
"Who has this many pairs of shoes"?
"Who wears this many pairs of shoes"?

If the shoes were not
there, where would you be?
Not here.

One thousand times,
I pray that there will
always be a pile of
shoes by the door.