Too Many Items in the Self Checkout

Photo by Dc Lovensky on Unsplash

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…



Former therapist. Author, Heart of Madison series. Poet.

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