The list you think

It's written in ink

But for some reason

It's a forgetful season.

You zoom through the aisles.

You get the plush fox.

And tick off the box.

The cashier line is rather unruly.

You swear to yourself you have what you need.

Plus a little extra.

It isn't bad to treat yourself all. 

But in the end your mind had stalled.

Every item is rung up.

You take your bags and trek to the car.

You whine to yourself why you parked so far.

You suddenly stop as you open the trunk.

The sensation you left something.

It would be foolish.

So you ignore it. 

You get home and put everything in its place.

There isn't much time to waste. 

However, you forgot the most important thing.

Dinner.