Sunday, August 30, 2015

The Store

I'd meet her everyday thinking of new things to say
How are you and is everything okay?
I imagine her reply with glee she always replied
Even if her answers would come with a sigh
The store was a getaway 30 minutes all day long
A time I could release to her what's wrong
She listened to me because she wanted not had to
I listened to her because I felt what was true
I'd meet her every day thinking of new jokes to make
Like your hair looks silly oh you're buying that cake?
We never kissed or hugged it wasn't what this was
I didn't need a why or who not even a because
It was just a release to go to the store
30 minutes away from what kept me to the floor
I didn't love her but I loved her company
Am I wrong to think that's all she wanted from me
30 minutes past and I said goodbye
All I had was her store and I left with my lie