I am going to the supermarket
to meet my future wife;
maybe we’ll meet in the frozen section
or when we reach for the same bag of rice.
I am going to smile at people
and speak to those
who speak back;
Frank, I am ging to look forward
and everyday take a chance.
© Copyright D. Archer October 2011
A friend who died recently believed in reincarnation, he lost his first wife and son in childbirth and thought he would never love again. He often spoke how he would like to return as typewriter that he may spend his days writing love letters to his wife.
He also believed that the universe combined to put his second wife in the supermarket at the exact time of day when he ran out of milk. They spoke about the last bottle on the shelf and they never stopped talking until he passed away recently.