As I stand there in the isle
besides the bottles of detergent
That I entered knowingly
that you were there
As if a spotlight runs behind
your every step shining light
That evaporates the
humidity and discomfort,
I still have to pretend to be
Someone to be able to
Strike up a conversation,
It flows and shapes
Around my tongue,
That dances a tune
I wish for you to hold
Very dear,
And then I slide away
On the concrete floor
Not as dark as it used to be,
As I think to myself,
If not now,
Then when?