Morning Customer

My heart runs a store of memories
which you live inside. Every
morning I find you there.

With one hand you straighten
wares, with the other you open
the till practising a smile
for your only morning customer.

You dress the mannequins
and decorate the windows,
deciding what to put on sale.

With care you categorise
and label all the goods,
even though no one will come
to buy from you but me.

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