A Suicide

I nodded towards him Over the plums Dark red and sweet He nodded back He looked so sad We met again, aisle three Between canned corn and flour He told I gave my condolences He looked so sad He picked up a bag of flour Said he had lost his appetite He told Picked up a bag of sugar He looked so sad He made me think of my tight-lipped grandmother: “No parent should have to bury a child” He told Picked up another bag of sugar He looked so sad