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there I am,
looking for the Hawaiian rolls,
and there he is, leaning against the shelf,
cutting slices of an apple with his little knife.
there I am,
walking down the aisle with cake mix
and there he is, looming near the end,
cutting slices of an apple with his little knife.
there I am,
putting my groceries into bags at the register
and there he is, buying a pack of gum from
the check-out line,
cutting slices of an apple with his little knife.
I don’t look to see if he’s in the parking lot
until the car door is locked and engine started.
About the Creator
Falen Wilkes
Writer. Poet. Hopeless Romantic who is terrified of love. At home by the seaside and deep in forests.


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