The woman at the counter kept asking
if strangers were together.
She was either hopeful about the world's state -
not a lonely soul in town - or else
a scheming matchmaker.
It almost worked.
I gave the man next to me a second
looking over and found a shy glimmer
in his eye - the glimmer that said,
"having been hurt, I will not hurt;
not having love, I am hopeful for love."
I put my loneliness in the bag
beside the ice cream and frozen peas,
and walked quickly away.
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