Late buses passing by the glass Paper cups and fluorescent white I was staring through the windows Trying not to think too much Then a jacket crossed my vision And my hands forgot their touch Half a second near the freezer Nothing special from outside Still the air around the checkout Shifted quietly inside I knew that turn of the shoulder I knew the pause in your stance Something buried started moving Just from chance Automatic doors sliding open A cold draft crossing the aisle Someone drops a bottle somewhere Someone laughs for a while And there you are Not dramatic Not even looking my way Still the room bends slightly Then you walk back in (Ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... ) You said something small and casual About the weather, traffic lights Still I caught familiar patterns Coming back without a fight Cars were sliding in the street Shopping carts across the tile Still my chest kept getting tighter Every minute, every mile You checked the hour You gave a small grin Maybe it meant nothing Maybe nothing settled in Checkout lights flicker on your jacket Traffic smearing through the glass Tiny details getting louder Everything accelerating too fast I try staying inside the moment Inside something reasonable But the noise keeps widening Then you walk back in (Ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... ) Late buses passing by the glass Paper cups and fluorescent white Then you walk back in (Ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... )
