Drafts

The sentence was a dry pill in my throat,

something I’d swallowed to keep afloat.

I saw you yesterday by the frozen peas,

and felt a sudden weakness in my knees.

You were busy checking dates on a carton of eggs,

ignoring the world on your tired legs.

The speech I’d rehearsed until it was thin

died in the air before I could begin.

I watched your face through the freezer door,

a smudge of a person I don't know anymore.

The condensation turned your eyes to grey,

and I turned my cart and walked away.