Many Years Later

Many years later, she saw him standing
in the cereal aisle of AJ’s Fine Foods.
He was reading the nutrition label
on a box of frosted flakes, still wearing
his mucky white converse with no shoestrings.

It was nearing seven. The blue between
two clouds grew paler but never vanished.
A bulb of white light quivered, and kept on
quivering still on the blank store ceiling.
Without a sound she turned away to see

if she has found everything she wanted.
Somewhere over the baking supplies aisle,
two shopping carts bumped into each other,
two strangers, mumbling soft apologies,
carefully went on their separate ways.

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29 thoughts on “Many Years Later

  1. Well done. Good poetry. Subtle enough to make the moment beautiful but not so much I don’t get it. When I was younger I would have agreed that it is tragic they don’t speak. Now I am older, I know sometimes not speaking is a necessary part of letting go and moving forward.

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    • Thank you so much for this feedback. It makes me realize that growing up and maturity has an interesting role in poetry writing and reading.

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