Not Taking My Time Poem by John W. McEwers

Not Taking My Time



I bumped into you while walking at the mall
You were carrying a Victoria's Secret bag
And a FootLocker bag
And I should have known that that meant there was someone
else.
Because if there weren't someone else,
you wouldn't have been carrying
that second bag
or
if you were
it would have been from Lady FootLocker.

And I wish that I had gone to FootLocker
and bought some Nike or Adidas running shoes
so I could get out of there
because you were meeting your boyfriend
and he was pretty big.

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John W. McEwers

John W. McEwers

Nova Scotia, Halifax
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