A Half Hour Bargain Poem
By violetfyre
Shopping carts creak after use.I never noticed this until the silenceOf a 3am department store hit me.You mentioned how difficult it must beFor me to stand around doing nothing.You must have been serious.My mind wanders, my hand driftsOver blank receipt paper with store logos and watermarks.It felt like the good old days,When the technology was ancient andMy job had not yet been dissolvedDue to lack of stockroom floor space.I had not yet known anyoneFitting your description.You were summer and Christmas andAutumn leaves falling on jack-o-lanternsAnd everything I found good in my year.You reminded me of things I'd never known.I saw in you the bitterness of hardened life,Too many years in a shitwater town,But your eyes hold the lights of a Christmas Eve tree,Or a golden August sunrise.My soul was not yet ready, or worthy.I was just a drain on your already too old body,Worn out mind and weakened heart.Yet you loved me anyway,And that confused me even moreThan I had already confused myself.Astounding.80s music and teen pop played on the radio.I was still singing the Juliana TheoryFrom 6 hours before.And I was dreaming of tomorrow,Another night with you.**I wrote this Friday night at work. It was dead, so I honestly had nothing better to do. It's about my new love, Scott. He thinks I'm full of shit. Thinks the whole poem is lies meant to make him feel better. :-) Written November 24th, 2001 © on Nov 24 2001 04:49 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Shopping carts creak after use.I never noticed this until the silenceOf a 3am department store hit me.You mentioned how difficult it must beFor me to stand around doing nothing.You must have been serious.My mind wanders, my hand driftsOver blank receipt paper with store logos and watermarks.It felt like the good old days,When the technology was ancient andMy job had not yet been dissolvedDue to lack of stockroom floor space.I had not yet known anyoneFitting your description.You were summer and Christmas andAutumn leaves falling on jack-o-lanternsAnd everything I found good in my year.You reminded me of things I'd never known.I saw in you the bitterness of hardened life,Too many years in a shitwater town,But your eyes hold the lights of a Christmas Eve tree,Or a golden August sunrise.My soul was not yet ready, or worthy.I was just a drain on your already too old body,Worn out mind and weakened heart.Yet you loved me anyway,And that confused me even moreThan I had already confused myself.Astounding.80s music and teen pop played on the radio.I was still singing the Juliana TheoryFrom 6 hours before.And I was dreaming of tomorrow,Another night with you.**I wrote this Friday night at work. It was dead, so I honestly had nothing better to do. It's about my new love, Scott. He thinks I'm full of shit. Thinks the whole poem is lies meant to make him feel better. :-)..."