LeFt bEHiNd

Have you ever walked along a road and found one forlorn shoe missing its mate? Or an umbrella flapping uselessly on its back?

I wonder, have their owners really been in such a rush? So much of a hurry they could go without a shoe? So much of a scramble they were willing to brave the rains and leave the burden of an umbrella behind?

What must be behind their thoughts? What must have distracted them so completely they had to walk away from these things?

If I were in such haste, what would I leave behind?