Sunday, July 31, 2011

 

An Attempt at Poetry (Don't Laugh)


Milk


We ran out of milk so he left for the store

For ten years I lay my cheek on his shoulder
Every morning I hugged his waist and he kissed my head

We ran out of milk so he left for the store


We built a life together
We lived in a house, on a street, with our children, our dog, our neighbors, our lawn

We ran out of milk so he left for the store

At the same time we needed milk
A different man, in a different house, on a different street wanted whisky

We ran out of time and he left forever

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