cleanup on aisle too

I will walk, someday, into
the store and turn a corner
and
she will be
there, and she will look up
from down,
and look at me,
catch my eyes as though
pulled there, finally,
and I at her, the same, and we will know
in
that
very moment
at that very
time
that one long journey has ended
and
another of no particular
length or existence or terminus
is about to
begin.
Just like that.
Exactly
like
that.
Salvation.
Finally.
And perhaps,
perhaps,
perhaps,
for ever.
In the Rice
Krispie
aisle.