Too Many Items in the Self Checkout
Long after we had hit the end
I’d find myself standing in the store
Holding something that you would love
Disgusted that I would want to give you more
Even though the love had finally faded
A weight I was glad I could release
Still, I stand and think of what you’d like
A ghost of caring that will not give me peace
Because I know you never gave a damn
And you’d have bled me dry without a thought
I want to leave the caring on the shelf
And keep all the self-love for which I fought
I think I’ll buy myself some flowers
And treat myself to this bottle of wine
And leave behind the caring I have carried
And forgive myself for leaving it behind.
