In Store

This grocery list
of things I meant to get
left on the kitchen counter
when I walked out the door

All the things
 I ran out of
and ran out on
I planned to pick up
and put back
 in my world someday
but does it always work out that way?

My heart
is still a cold fridge
filled with emptiness
One day
I hope to stock it up
with all the things I miss

Like summer rain
poured over a slow kiss
making love
and killing pain
and all those words I meant to say
while love was busy
stealing my thoughts away