Wandering through the aisles at Kroger
Looking for garbanzos
I see a woman holding a can of baked beans
Grey hair, gnarled fingers, laugh lines
Wearing lime green capri pants and white crocs
She turns to me and says
It’s the only thing he remembered in the end
Just this, not my name or who I was, just these beans
I nod and say wow, that’s hard
You have no idea she says
Putting the beans back on the shelf
We wander on