I Hate Wal-Mart

I was walking down the aisles and thinking about months ago. We would talk, I would talk at you. So many memories in a supermarket. So many times I would pull you around and you'd pull me back. So many moments where we would be just a breath apart; I'd look at your lips and contemplate. I always thought I had a little longer to think, to imagine a life with you. I'd always turn away right before we could kiss cause your kisses tasted like pain. I wanted to be yours but.... I was someone else's, I was scared, I didn't know how to take you back. I always figured it would be hard to fall in love with you. I didn't notice I always had been. I was so wrong for years and now I've gone and ruined it. I could've had my happily ever after but I can't see too far ahead. Now I'm in a supermarket thinking about the time we organized books, or played with toys, or talked about housing decor. Jesus, we always did so much in that store. Those could've been dates if I wasn't an idiot. Turns out time is merciless.