Whose shoes are these which have been left on my back porch?  Perhaps they belong to the kind gentleman who carried me home on his back after my car got stuck in the mud a mile down the road.  I wanted to invite him to stay until the rain would stop falling and he could dry himself off, but he said he needed to leave, just like the husband I once had who used to wear the same kind of shoes, but he got buried with them on. Could they be a sign that someone will return one day to claim them?