Rushing through your aisle
Between detergents and stationary
I brushed past your smile
What nonsense? I thought
At the cash counter
While I stood in line
Tapping my fingers
Impatience
Meeting starts in nine
Please go ahead
Its my day off you said
An offer hard to resist
On a day like this
Name. Number. Saved.
Tapping my fingers
Yet again
Drowning out the humdrum
He's a corporate guru
But where is the soul?
While he picked up the cheque
I cringed each time
Just let me pay my dues
Owing coins is unfair
New message. Type. Send
You
I'll be at the aisle
Past post-its
At eleven
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