Found your hand writing in my coat this morning
Blue ink bled where the rain got through
Tomato spread that cheesy light
Back when the card was meant for two
The checkout girl don't ask no questions
One scans a half of what I need One can't assume one plate,
one fork
Strange arithmetic of grief
I'm buying small now,
learning to subtract Milk in the pint size won't go bad so fast
The weight stay is the same,
though these paper bags I hold
Funny how the less I carry just gets heavier to haul
Your cereal's still on the shelf there I walked past it twice today
Stood there like some kind of ghost With nothing left to say
The butcher wrapped one chicken breast Asked if that'd be all,
I said yeah,
just
the one
Felt ten feet tall and ten feet small
I'm buying small now,
learning to subtract Eggs by the half dozen won't go bad so fast
The weight stay is the same,
though these paper bags I hold
Funny how the less I carry just gets heavier to haul
Found your hand writing in my coat
this morning Kept it folded in my palm
Walking through these floors and tiles Shopping list for one