Shopping For A Memory
I walked into a store, where I used to work;
not really knowing; what I was doing;
all my sensitivity was on its highest alert;
yesterday’s memories; I was pursuing.
I don’t really know; what I expected to find;
many acquaintances used to work there;
a few had been fired; several others, resigned;
only a few were left; who care.
Like every other job; that I’d ever had;
memories popped up in each aisle;
places; I was happy; now made me sad;
I fought back my tears; to smile.
I shopped; hoping to find something to buy;
wanting to feel alive; once more;
my breaths became shallow; I wanted to cry;
memories lingered from yesterday’s store.
Every aisle had its own memory to share;
but all memories tend to move on;
the lesson, I learned; was, few others care;
since all yesterdays are finally gone.
I purchased a new memory from that store;
something I could readily do without;
without hesitation; I walked through the door;
my thoughts filled with sorrow and doubt.
Time becomes precious; it is all we possess;
memories are what wasn’t meant to be;
buying new memories, merely adds to stress;
we must stop shopping for a memory.
Monty 1.18.26. # 3,154