Love, In a Frightful Twin Year.
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1 min readMar 28, 2020
I came
and I saw
the shelves
being emptied
by those who live
to conquer
those
who do not have.Halfway down
the seventh aisle,
between a mob
of fretful stockpilers,
I spotted two loaves
of raisin bread
left fairly untouched,
and I was elated.
But some other girl
and her father
would reach them
before I did, so
my heart skipped a beat
and then, it sank.In the throes of despair,
with all hope of finding a meal
suddenly fleeting away,
our eyes met
in a moment of silence,
and we spoke
a language of love
as she smiled as if to say:You’re okay, dear friend;
I’ll take one for me,
and leave one for you —
for the ones you love
and care about too.
