Someday Store

Years gone by, and back was I

A hometown turned-city, though the grocery store remained

Amongst the canned-goods, my Anima stood, it had been near a decade

I saw her there, that store, that day — sometime in late July

And suddenly, in my twenties again, camping — her and I

There it went, my heart again, by it, again — betrayed

A young boy with a pack of sweets, tried her to persuade

Still beautiful, but to my pedestal: this time I could say “goodbye”

A mother now, and — regret not there, I hoped this we did both share

For in that time, myself not mine. Moulded for her, some sort of display

Albeit in him — clear — both of them, I wished her well, I swear!

It was in that moment, that store, that day — I realised something, if I may

Realised something, now shamefully — I pray, though the feeling itself, quite fair

I realised then, that store, that day: that I was the one who had got away.