What's left

I traveled town to town.  My friend said he met a dying old shadow offering its boots that allows the wearer to follow anyone he tags on.  We tested them and ended up in this town so called "Erotic".  There were only women who swelled there with shameless delicacy... but they were hungry, and needed help.  I didn't have what it takes yet, so I journeyed to get back home.  In the mid-road, I got a ride.  The driver had funny glasses, like the one a friend gave me before leaving for another country.  Upon seeing mine, he said the glasses were wasted on me.  "It doesn't work like that", he said.

The driver left me in the border of my origin town and hold me in his arms.  For a second, I considered standing like this for a while... but in the end, I backed off.  Here, take my glasses.  I am a boy toy no more.  He left.  The sun is setting...  I looked down.  He left his shadow behind.