I saw you in the grocery store last night.
I was in the soup aisle and when I looked up,
there you were.

Immediately,
I noticed your hair was much blonder than I'd ever seen it.
It looked pretty.

You were wearing one of those tank tops you always wore,
and some very unflattering khakis
that reminded me that A LOT of tall girls that have big asses.

It was obvious that you hadn't seen me yet,
so I just stood there,
frozen, unsure.

I watched you walk away,
head angled down, back arched,
as you pushed your cart to where the juice is.

I followed at a distance
and at last I saw the truth,
I was looking at you twenty years from now.

Same gait,
same figure,
blonder hair.

I smiled, amused at my glimpse of the future,
and kinda glad that my Oreos
were no longer scheduled for THAT cart.