lost of course
it is a common thing
to see them watching the end of the aisle
for a familiar waist
what a way to see the world
from belt buckle down
and how still they stand
tensing at each shadow that bends
around the shelved corner
because they know most likely
they are to blame for this tightening fear
but they'd take the punishment
the stern look the quick reproach
if only to find the one who knows their name
to use it in an exasperated sigh
you've seen the lost children
in the supermarket
everyone has
I walk the streets quietly
waiting for you to turn a corner
and with your stiff voice tell me
"There you are.
Don't you ever do that again."
i will promise. never again.
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