I saw you in the soap isle.
I was looking for soap I swear. You checked out the Meyers. I told you about Dr.Bronners. Your eyes were green. I walked away imagining I will think of you every time I wash my hands. Imagined love, so squeaky clean. I looked at the giant stuffed animals put out for Valentine's Day. The giant shark and octopi. Even I couldn't turn down such a gift. But I'm just some guy from the soap isle. I know you'll never see this. But this is just me shouting out into the void. In space they can't hear your scream they say. I think Champaign-Urbana is that dark void that I'm floating in. I pray that your hands always stay soft and clean. Don't wash them with dish soap like I do. Goodbye my plum berry.