I thought I saw you
about a month ago
in a grocery store in LA.
My heart went from zero to three thousand;
I panicked
with an underlying sense
of excitement.
I went from aisle to aisle,
trying to see this woman's face,
trying to get in front of her,
probably looking like a lunatic.
It wasn't you;
I was disappointed.
I don’t know why,
for there is no way in holy hell
that we’d run into each other,
especially in California,
but wouldn’t that be
some kind of crazy kismet?
What would we even say to each other?
I’d probably make a nervous joke;
you would avoid eye contact.
We’d dance around
so many subjects.
It would ruin our respective days.
I’d say certain things;
you’d disappear,
and we’d go back to being strangers.
I would be up all that night.
wanting to tell you so much.
Ultimately, nothing would happen.