the store that never actually sells
but only gives if you'd ask
had finally closed.

not that money had been an issue
lady owner just finally felt resignation on her knees
missing driving at late night
without worrying about who might have broken
through the backdoor

as it always happens.

but that night before she could pick up her keys
someone by the front door stepped in.
bizarre, he didn't ask to get something
he came to give
flowers of a rare kind she fancies.

never did he asked for anything
except for coffee
but she only make black
and so she said apologies
afraid it's rude not to have milk
but the man only smiled and simply accepted it.

and since that night she didn't feel the need to leave anymore.

the store is still closed
but he is in
and everything she has to offer on display
of nothing really but insignificance are there
for him to see or to even pick up is up to him.