I saw you stomping down the aisles of the all-night pharmacy,
both hands full of bottles, flashing an orphan look
at the checkout boy, a gaze to crack the heart or curdle penicillin.
What a toxic wonderland it was to love you,
when love was new and catastrophe meant romance.
I waited for you between the beauty aids and decongestants
but you passed through me without knowing,
even though I spoke your name in wonder.
One of us became a ghost and rays shot out of our hearts
when it was over. Love always ends that way.
4-14-15
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