When I was very young, I lost my mother
at the mall. One minute we were together
in the dollar store; the next I was standing
at the store's entrance, crying
next to a stand of cheap sunglasses.
I am no longer a child. I have adult things
like a mortgage and a career and a husband.
But still I flounder, searching up and down
the aisles of a place too big for me to know,
finding nothing. Giving up.
Going back to the start and hoping to be found.