Left Behind

Leaving the store, my mind lost in thought,

I stumbled on a cart, its wheels twisted, caught.

Abandoned like moments, discarded and bare,

the lot stretched before me, a breath of despair.

Each wheel caught in cracks, like a heart on the brink,

a symbol of something that makes me rethink.

The weight of the week hung heavy like fog,

as I stood for a moment, confronting the slog.

The emptiness echoed, a quiet retreat,

a stray shopping cart, my own heart’s heartbeat.

Left behind in a world that often feels lost,

I lingered a moment, unsure of the cost.