Be to see that you can't afford

 There's no way out of the mall
On the table in a foodcourt a man feeds his face with chinese noodles
The only meal he can afford
Then he walks from shop to shop

Five expansive floors of retail
Not one item was in his range
The wallet felt empty yet heavy
The floors slowed the scuffing of his shoes

Strange disc like chandeliers lit up the atriums
The overdressed frequentors pass the man
Flowing like a river of human jewelry
The sense of movement light and noise combined

Then compounded into a sense of nausea
Crowding his senses like globules of oil on water
A sense of separation, of abrupt severance
Love was an injured person

There were no exits
The lights shone and their intensity increased
Feelings wouldn't be conveyed
Approaching the bathrooms with hope in his eyes

There was no escape
Just awkward eyes and freshly washed hands
Overpowering flickering leds
Interrogating his existance

Flights of stairs that led to another potential purchase
One he couldn't make