Reflections In a Supermarket: A Poem

They say,

“Nothing profound ever happens in a supermarket.”


I have often walked the crowded aisles

Submerged in a sea of faces

Consumed by my own thoughts

My own world

Only to be jarred out by,

A voice,

A wave,

A glance,

A purpose

Stuck in my own mind

I hear your voice and look up to find that

You see me

I see you, and

Though you do not answer

Your eyes speak volumes,

And I --for a moment--

Breath air again.

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