The place
That I hate
Seeing
Couples
The most
Is the
Grocery store.
They drift
Through the
Aisles,
Filling their
Basket
As it
Awkwardly
Clatters
Against
Their thighs.
I look
For small
Enough portions
To not
Be wasteful,
But
Everything
Is portioned
For two.
I get frostbite
From the
Memory
Of how you
Used to kiss
Me in the
Frozen aisle.
Now I freeze
The second
Portion
For another day.