i saw a man in the car next to me
on my way home from the grocery store
i managed to catch a glimpse
at his blue button-up shirt, black sunglasses, and bald headwhen i first saw him, i thought of a story
of a man in his mid-late thirties working as a salesman in department stores
trying to sell me a tv network that i don't care abouta man who went home every night
to watch a football game in his wife-beater
screaming at the television
as he ate a microwave ready mealbut he could've also been a man
in his late twenties, early thirties who was the CEO of a budding company
with a salary of millionsa man who went home to help cook dinner
for two hungry kids
with a smile on his face
and a ring on his fingerhis life could be perfect
by i'll never know
about the man i saw
on my way home from the grocery store
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Poetrya collection of heartbreak, childhood nostalgia, and the peaceful moments that come from simple things