don't forget me

I walk as fast as I can, but I can't walk fast enough. I cross the street and I know somebody is watching me.
It's dark. I enter a candy store. I’m the only one. The owner is a middle aged man and he is attentive. He is aware that I was followed and closes the store just for me. As soon as it's safe to leave, I purchase some items. I want to smoke so I ask for a pack of Marlboro lights and a lighter. I normally don’t smoke but I want to. He didn't have a lighter to sell so he gave away his own for free and he throws in his cell phone holder too. It made no sense to me why in the world he would have the need to give me that, but I take it any way. Something is better than nothing. I think.
I leave the store, and I walk. I try to catch up with the girls ahead of me but I'm sluggish. I have trouble moving my legs quickly. I try to run but I don’t run. I just feel like I’m moving in slow motion, but none the less I’m moving. I reach a warehouse. I try to rest. Boxes surround me. I have family, an aunt. She has food and I want to drink wine, beer anything to feel glad, carefree, to feel like me. I realize I'm happiest when I can be that free. I find my champagne glasses, they're from my wedding, but I don't care, I don't mind sharing them. So I pull them out of the cupboard. I search for the wine bottle, and found the bottle my sister in law gave us. I need to forget, but instead I remember not so long ago, this trip I had to an amusement park. I remember a startling thought: "this is where we said goodbye"