I think of you
when I shop
at the craft store
alone
and remember
all the trips
we took there
together
looking for
beads, Styrofoam
and acrylic paint.
Somehow I feel
a connection to you,
wondering if, perhaps,
you are shopping
at the store
across town
alone,
remembering me.
© 2006 Amy E. Hall
Friday, September 01, 2006
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