Saturday Shopping

Pushing a cart through,
Costco.

The usual.

And,
Flowers.

Every week or two;
Flowers.

A woman saw me,
Putting them,
In my cart.

Ask,
Who for?

Answered,
My wife.

She mumbled something about,
Wishing someone would,
Buy flowers for her.

Finished shopping.

Paid for things.

Pushed the cart,
Out the door.

That same woman,
Was standing on the curb,
Waiting for traffic to clear,
So she could cross,
To her car.

Pushed my cart up next to her’s,
Handed the flowers to her,
Said,
These are for you.

Pushed my cart through traffic,
To my car.

Out of the corner of my eye,
She was softly crying.