For weeks after your death the place scared me
The known, now so unknown.
What was it without you
Could I walk the aisles without you
Could I decide without you
Could I breath
Would I see you there, feel you there
Would I drown in the memories
Would I remember
Who would stroll with me, dive in with me
Who would guide me, advice me
Who would just know without saying
Could I do it alone – Why am I doing it alone

Oh. I get it now. It wasn’t Target that scared me