They say,
“Nothing profound ever happens in a supermarket.”
But,
I have often walked the crowded aisles
Submerged in a sea of faces
Consumed by my own thoughts
My own world
Only to be jarred out by,
A voice,
A wave,
A glance,
A purpose
Stuck in my own mind
I hear your voice and look up to find that
You see me
I see you, and
Though you do not answer
Your eyes speak volumes,
And I --for a moment--
Breath air again.