You were stocking the pasta, I was nervously watching you work.
Handsome, nineteen, and hard at work. Humming a tune.
On the other hand, I'm shy, fourteen, and blushing over a sales clerk.
I needed to act fast, my family would be leaving soon.
Rushing to the register, you're already there.
Professional and friendly with a brilliant smile,
I'm stammering, shaking, emotionally bare.
I spoke first, breaking the silence after a while.
Softly I whisper a confession, although forbidden.
Your eyes lit up like the sun as you accepted.
It was our secret, barely hidden.
For it was in an Aldi grocery store that we first connected.
This was my first love story, with many to come
I wish it had ended better; turns out he was scum.
About the Creator
Rain Dayze
Aspiring writer with a passion for spice, pets, and coffee. I've published through here before under a different name, but it's still me! I've got an alternative site for content: https://www.inkitt.com/angela5347
Keep reading
More stories from Rain Dayze and writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments (2)
So sorry this didn’t turn out well! I’m sure we’ve all had experiences like this, though.
That was unexpected