Spent some time chasing the past
Like going up and down the aisles at the grocery store
Looking for something to last
Walking backwards with a broken heart
Thinking
Will someone smile at me?
Felt I died
Became a ghost
Everything and everyone slipping through me
The more I walked less I cared
The ache it grew
Empty like the shelves in the store I once knew
How strange it all seemed
To those watching the scene
A crying man at the produce stand
From time to time
Distracting myself
While the band played on
Wedged within my ear
Somewhere along aisle #4
Stifled epitaphs
Cosmic cul-de-sacs
Where families play house
Trapped within a state of gifted circumstance?
A happy accident
A way to cue
In the checkout line
Devoid of items
To express I went
Waltzed right through
She had gone
Turning around she smiled
I don’t push buttons here no more
The band had paused forgetting the song
Shelves unstocked
Alone I played
In the sandbox of doubt and excrement
Lights went dim the store it closed
In a suspended moment
In neither crib or tomb
With my thumb out in the wind
Waiting for a passerby to sanctify
To take my soul
On a forgotten road
To an empty bed
Draped in crinoline and morning dew
Where…She waits
And lyrical lips
Not bought in stores
The band remembered the tune
We dance
Candles flickering
glow enchanting the night
With hyssop and myrrh
With the wind
It is gone
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