Left on Ice

In the glow of fluorescent, my heart takes a freeze,

A text on my screen brings me down to my knees.

The hum of the fridge mingles soft with despair,

Cardboard and freezer burn lingering in air.

A message that cuts deeper than any sharp knife,

Echoes of laughter now out of my life.

Aisles filled with memories, canned goods still bright,

But I stand here alone, the checkout’s last light.