Vendor booth

We talk the
Same language
We seem to
Get along
We’re both
Starting over
Could there be
Something more?

But you only speak
When spoken to
And keep your gaze
Directly ahead
Even though I’m standing
Next to you
Do you know
If I’m even there?

The albatross around
My neck means that
Like you I’m supposed
To be here
Yet what beats
In my chest
Screams for
Your undivided attention
Amid the din
That surrounds us

Sadly you only
Accept major credit cards
The feelings in my heart the
Only currency I can give