Cascade

Just when I think it's ok, I break out in a cascade of tears.
I fall to my knees amongst the clothing racks.
The frail purses and leather display to you who you want to be.
Prices for everything. Everything can be bought.

Alone and anonymous I cry,
I fall clumsily amongst the racks.
The child runs and hides between the dresses.
Nobody sees where he hides.

My agony is mine alone.
I am nothing to you... However

It lasts for just ten seconds.
Then I regain my senses.
My faculty.
My being.

Move on, there is nothing to see here.
Goodbye.