Comfort Shopping
Most of us understand “comfort food”,
a magic elixer to cure depression;
something to help us change our mood;
even altering our facial expression.
Unfortunately; such a cure doesn’t last;
I develop a balloon in my gut;
in order to cure it; I attempt to fast;
going in and out of my rut.
Gorging on food is never the answer;
it often has a most toxic effect;
odd diets, may even lead to cancer;
or create a profile; others reject.
Depression is oft caused when we’re lonely;
after we’re lost a friend or a lover;
I find my life difficult; when it’s me only;
and know, there will never be another.
I find my self in stores, where we used to shop;
even though she’s no longer there;
I walk the aisles with my stomach in a knot;
realizing there’s no one to care.
Sometimes, memories tempt me to cry;
those memories are much too strong;
a helpful clerk encourages me to buy;
and, I sadly smile and go along.
Shopping, somehow, makes me feel still alive;
so, I continue my shopping, all alone;
the thought she’s nearby; allows me to survive;
but, night is near; and I hate to go home.
Monty 6/29/23. # 1,647