stocking up

I never found such strange company
in such strangers
the way the hungarian partridge
bounced off the front of that crowd chaser
or was it the mere notion
that I left my luggage without an Indian suitcase?

tucked into a cab with the remnants
of a country’s colonial past
I sat wondering the future.
wondering the careers, the opportuntities
the families and the friendships
that such a scenario would bring

we stocked up on motor oil.
it seemed like a good buy, at 2.47 a litre
so why buy four when you can buy fourteen?

we stocked up on the sorts of things
close friends like to share
the stories and little jabs at one another
even though i don’t know them.

we stocked up on a lot of things,
but most likely, what was taken into account
the most was the time.
the time spent in the company of those
I haven’t spent it with.
the time spent without the company of others
who I would not have enjoyed to spend time.
the time spent pondering the future of this relationship
when the future is all too likely very bleak.