I remember sometime yesterday,
In that chaotic symphony of the market
You stood there, gazing at the fresh tomatoes,
Studying the shape of the cucumber,
Inhaling the tingling fragment of fresh mint leaves.
As if it was food for your soul.
You stretched out your hand,
Pulled me close, and told me to smell it.
And in that moment, with your eyes glistening
You watched me intently.
I wondered, “What about this place put you at ease?”
Because sometime yesterday, you opened up to me.
But unfortunately today, that moment can only be a memory.
