"Solitude holds the promise of connection, waiting patiently in the quiet glow of our unfulfilled desires."
A cart rests alone on a gleaming stage,
Reflecting the glow of an uncaring age.
Aisles stretch like whispers in a hushed refrain,
Colors of plenty wrapped in silent pain.
Products stand guard in a luminous row,
Awaiting the footsteps of lives yet to show.
Beneath sterile lights dreams hover and sway,
In this liminal space where hope comes to play.
