Connections

Remembering that connection

Stops me, surprising

I realized this the last time

Sure, there were bottles on the counter

and my mother taught me well to read

But I forgot that I was supposed to hate

Supposed to react

Unconventionally at the sight and smell

Why hadn't I? Confusing until

that comfortable fear crept by me

to right the wrong

and whisper in my ear

That you would stumble in

Dropping my payment in the dark

and all would be well.