By the vegetable market

I see you by the street side
Vegetables and flowers before us;
You ignore me as if your heart had cried,
I must have caused this suffering I'm sure.
I can't cry anymore but I'm trying to be kind,
As for the reasons, them I cannot find;
I wish we could hug as before and take
Some vegetables for the lunch you would make.
I'm sorry I cut you off,
We are strangers now.
It's 9 PM.
Too late to be by the vegetable market.