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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
Copyright ©
Annalee Pierce
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