by L.L.Ortiz

Created on: April 21, 2008

It's her hair that makes me look twice
Long and flowing
That deep auburn shade
I'm hit by a wave of... regret?

She's facing away from me as I come around the corner
Reading the label on the can of peaches in her hand
Even in the unflattering flourescent light she's striking
My mouth goes dry

Reluctantly I push my cart forward
I don't know why I'm scared
What came so easily in the past
Feels like a struggle now

I cast a side long glance
Of course it's not her
She smiles at me
I weakly mirror it back

I pass her by
Look at my list
A blend of relief and sorrow
Why are there tears in my eyes?

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