love can be like that

i push the basket around

the store.

i put in a new set of sheets.
blue

of course.

a bowl for the table.
towels,

who doesn't need new towels?

i see a picture,
an abstract of indigo paint
splashed

incoherently on a white
short
canvas.

i like it. in the cart it goes.

a bar of soap.
a fake
plant that looks really
real

in a certain light.
a corner perhaps.

i circle, then circle again.
but this time

putting everything back.
somehow

I've lost the urge. the desire
for new things,

love can be like that.