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An Open Letter To My Favorite Cashier
Please don't take this the wrong way.
I left before you hit the floor.
I suppose parting's no sweet sorrow;
If it were more saccharine
I would be seeing you tomorrow.
But I won't, now will I?
I left a skid mark just for you
On the picture-perfect tiles;
A picture's worth a thousand words,
In yours you were all smiles.
I guess photos are mute.
When you return unto the lanes
Of strangers who now know your name,
Do not give up that feral faith.
I too hope we will still remain
Devout acquaintances.
I'll know you then as I do now.
The next time that you fall
Make sure I'm there to catch
You, or I won't be there at all.
Our blood types aren't a match
So if your head cracks open,
Don't get leeches attached
Or our promises broken.
I offer my sincere goodbyes.
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