the one in the grocery store

I try to have a crush on you, really, I try. Mostly because I need another post here because I've been neglecting this space the past few days. Colds and flus do that to you. But I did try for you. I stare at your back as we both meander up and down grocery aisles. I am looking for orange juice, the expensive kind, and medicine, the knock you out kind. I don't know what you're looking for. I can't even see your face and I'm not really coherent enough to care. We both have our hands in our pockets. Who said it wasn't cold in Texas?