Cashier Samir

He’s out of my reach, he’s out of my League But he’s the reason why I Head to Publix every Week I’ve barely said a word to him, and yet I make my way through every Aisle Just to catch a glimpse of him Then maybe catch his eye And smile He rarely ever sees me as he puts some Groceries Into bags, but some days I get Lucky And he’ll look up and smile back He’ll never know that I’m just standing there Waiting for the day he speaks to Me He always ends up busy, and so Remains a mystery In result, I always leave the scene with My Head spinning round and my Tongue In my cheek. Because while no one can Decipher the look I wear on my Face, He’ll always be so close to me, one Week and one aisle Away I hope one day his voice will find me, Even Just to say hello, even if it’s just In passing As I walk by and turn to go I hope one day he’ll read this poem and hear All I have to say But for now I’ll keep my hopes up For one week and one aisle Away