Just Sitting In My Car

Just Sitting In My Car

I found myself, just sitting in my car;
listening to a game on the radio;
thoughts became; that seemed bizarre;
tho I had no particular place to go.

Outside a grocery store, where I had come;
my mind quickly traveled elsewhere;
thinking about sadness when life was done;
and losing someone special, to care.

My mind was visiting this lifelong drama;
as tho I could have changed anything;
but, all my thoughts simply led to trauma;
from what all my sorrow could bring.

I reluctantly pried myself out of my car;
limping my way into the store;
still, my thinking remained quite bizarre;
wondering what I was shopping for.

I pushed my shopping cart, from aisle to aisle;
thinking about what I wanted to buy;
thoughts of my wife; brought forth a grim smile;
but my heart demanded I cry.

Suddenly, defeated; I took my empty cart back;
still remaining in control of myself;
for I had been shopping in search of a snack;
instead, I saw love on each shelf.

I found myself, again sitting in my car;
my thoughts of past love; long ago;
thoughts became; even more bizarre;
I still had no place to go.

Monty 11/15/24. # 2,447