/ Poetry /
I wanna go to the grocery store with you.
In your presence, the mundane is an adventure too.
I wanna run down the aisles like a little girl
You can help direct me so I don’t
Bump into anyone as I twirl.
Can we check all the eggs in the carton
Make sure that none of the babies were cracked or
Forgotten.
I never cared about any of this before
But now I find myself crying
Over every shell
that
hits
the
floor.
I wanna cook for you
Like we’re our parents.
Wine and Dine out on the terrace
Red lipstick, White pearls
Your Chestnut Brown curls
Cascade down your Cheek
I’ve nothing to critique.
Can we forget all the plates and just picnic
Drink out the bottle, lips stained crimson
Us!
After all this time
Inexplicably
Inextricably
Still intertwined
I need a word that’s stronger
For it’s more than love
I want to invent a word
To show you it’s something I’ll never let go of.
I want to say it more poetic – in a way I won’t regret it
But I’ve found no other phrase to be true.
The closest thing that I can think of –
It sounds pretty simple –
It’s just:
I wanna go to the grocery store with you.
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