Late Night Groceries

by TheApatheticEnthusiast

You've been on my mind through all the years haven’t seen you
And when I miss you I don't forget that it’s my fault

But when the bitter chill wakes me and I look up through the rain 
And finally it really is you 
I stop.

I won’t ask you how you are.
I can tell by your face that time has started to undo you

I won’t ask you where you’ve been.
I don’t think I want to know

I almost can’t bear to look at you.
The face I remember burns my eyes
Years of snapshot memories are crashing down on me


You haven’t seen me.
And I don’t call out

The Last Time