I walk aimlessly through the grocery store hoping you're there (well, actually, I know you are)
I wander through the aisles at random, praying that the neon green broom would hide me well
I hear it then, your laughter; a song amongst cacophony
Just like I heard it when I made a stupid, stupid joke about mushrooms
Is it a tad weird I know your daily routine? Maybe.
But I find little comfort in the unknown,
And I would rather you walk by the bus stop in your grey hoodie at 8:30 a.m. every Tuesday, than anywhere else
I go where you go
Sometimes a bit too early
Sometimes I miscalculate
Sometimes you're not there
But when you are, I find a spot
A single spot where I can hide
A single spot to catch a glimpse of your annoying, gorgeous smile
And then I approach you, all nonchalant and cool
And I make fun of you for the way you mispronounce simple words
An intellectual dialogue; euphonious - I don't pay attention
I'm trying to practice what I'm about to say next, knowing all too well I’ll say nothing I rehearsed
But you don't notice
Or maybe you do
And maybe the conversation flows, smooth like the petal of a rose
I narrate another mushroom joke, anticipating that same song,
And as your saccharine melody starts, I catch myself playing make believe.
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