We're wearing the same sweater,
wearing the same pair of slippers,
and shopping at the same store.
I notice that we have similar taste —
you were standing in front of the NyQuil
when I was looking for a bottle of Benadryl.
You were looking at a shelf full of wine
while I selected my favorite whiskey.
When we both arrive at the self-checkout counter,
I try not to make eye contact with you.
We both deserve to keep some secrets —
so please don't mention what you saw in my cart.
