Sometimes

When I leave you
Or you leave me
Depending on who waved last
I try to go shopping
Suspecting commerce might
Allay the gentle loss
Which is no slight
Just sleight of handsome sailor

Yet often I discover that
I am quite spent
My thriftless soul unable
To delight in trinkets
Wandering in and out of stores
Smiling inanely
At bored store assistants:

I must be happy.