Standing in The grocery store Dazing through Colored produce Her hands Tangled In her hair Looking past The people Passing Your ring On her finger A little lose Wires Of her hair Clutching Its turquoise Edges Looking Like she Is looking For you Like She never Got the phone call Like an answer Never came Like you only hid In the tall grass With a small And laughing Smile Like if I shook Her I would be The first To tell her Where are her words I wonder Falling From her lips From her Mangled mind Scattered and Silently pleading For rearrangement For a callback To say It was all A miscommunication They didn’t need Her daughter For the role To hear It was just A mistake The store Could make A refund Because this Isn’t What she bought Standing there I stare At her Staring Almost blankly Almost apathetic Almost just barely Uneasy Contemplating: If she pressed Hard enough Into her temples Wrapping Her fingers Deep into Her hair If she Could get it To become So quiet No one around Remained Maybe Time Could pause A moment To breathe A deep Breath Opening a door For understanding Overcome With relief Maybe then She could Press harder Releasing The reel Of time Letting it Roll backward I almost Don’t want To interrupt Though I know Her mind Is not quiet I place My hand On her Shoulder Softly As if To wake A sleeping Baby I almost Expect her To turn To me Not knowing Who I am To tilt Her head Back Her mouth Falling open And her face To become Wrought and Wet With distress It doesn’t She looks At me As if removed From some place Far from where We stand She says She thought She saw me Walk in I see Your eyes In her eyes She sees Your memories In mine We exchange Words Both Looking For you I realize She thought She almost Found you Until turning To see only My face The hurt It carries To her Placing it Back Into the Front seat Of her Memory Though she Had been Far From forgetting Standing Like two Lovers left By the same Lady An awkward Almost drunken Daze Her heart More broken Than mine It didn’t matter How much Either Of us Loved Our lover Left us It grows Silent I tell her, I need to go and return my mushrooms