Ghost in the grocery store

I walked into the grocery store,

Thought I saw you, but I didn’t though.

“It's bad, isn’t it?” I thought in my mind,

My ideas becoming vividly blind.

 

I went to the stationary section.

It's filled with colors and pens and drawing books,

I'm searching for graphic pens but

 I am surely searching for you.

 

Pens are easy to find until I saw you behind

Me, you were searching for geometry box unlike me.

 

Nobody knows what's it like to be the stranger.

But everybody knows you're a danger.

I notice you wanna talk but oh boy it is too late now.

I'm familiar with the bolter as I reach the counter.

 

The lady asks me if I'm okay,

I look like I saw a ghost (sure I did)

Crazy how you became my cruel summer.

No way once you were the warmth in my winter.

 

I know you never thought I'd run

But sometimes running away is the best thing you can do,

Not knowing what the right thing is rigorous.

Running away is always undemanding unlike you.

 

I might be false I hope I am as you used to say,

But I always chose myself at the end

As I leave the grocery store

I did get my graphic pens..