I rode by the grocery store in which my friendly clerk, the one that used to slip me coupons if I've missed a week, worked. The one with whom I had an occasional short conversion about the weather or one's health, or perhaps having been in America as an explanation for missing last week's coupon distribution. The one with the very friendly and familiar face. I remember those store aisles.
And it was closed, everything gone, empty, packed up and no longer. Where is she? Where is has she gone? I wonder.