i wait for her to go

i see her

at the grocery.

a girl i once pined for 

for many years,

back when i was twenty-five

or so.

it ended

badly, then

we both just disappeared.

i see her putting

groceries

in her cart,

then wheeling towards

the register.

she's limping,

her hair

no longer gold,

but silver.

there's no point in stopping

to say hello,

in catching up.

i keep shopping,

i wait for her to go.