Something To Buy
I was walking the aisles of my grocery store;
in search of something to buy;
I had, long ago, lost a woman, I adore;
and shopping, now made me cry.
With her; shopping had become like a game;
trying to find whatever she wanted;
shopping, without her, I was going insane;
with her loss; I was confronted.
Walking the aisles of limitless choices;
I saw not a thing, to catch my eye;
deep in my mind, were ghostly voices;
thoughts of her made me cry.
I began to wonder just why I had come;
what was it; that I’d wanted to buy;
aisle after aisle; I couldn’t find even one;
and my loneliness made me cry.
I finally understood, what I’d come for;
the only reason I had come to shop;
I was desperately seeking a love to adore;
but, such love was all out of stock.
Naturally, one cannot shop for a new wife;
although, there are many who try;
within my soul; I was seeking my life;
without love; all souls will die.
My trip to the store was an act of futility;
bringing only tears in each eye;
to others; my reaction was one of senility;
thinking love was something to buy.
Monty 12/21/24. # 2,525