In a network of lines that enlace

there is a woman in the grocery store who hopes no one notices while she eats a couple grapes

there is a little girl who climbs on her tiptoes to reach a library book she has to have

there is a song on the radio that only comes on after 12  (the one she hums to with her eyes closed)

there is pharmacy around the corner that has those little boxes of candy cigarettes in cartoon boxes

and there is that certain perfume I catch whenever I am in a crowded elevator

I don't act surprised when something reminds me of her,
only when something doesn't