by Mark

We were expired milk,
Left in the fridge
To fester few days past.
Yet, the smell never nicked nostrils Because we left it untouched;
With quick texts, and smiles
That suffocate settings
Soaring awkward anxiety.

We had this milk so long
Buying anew would take a
Stretch out of comfort
Crashing into a world alone
Neither has tasted in epochs.
Ordering one, when ordering two
Is a habit, haunts with unseen ghosts Gallivanting our eyes with Salvador’s Paintings lying that it smells fine.

Let’s keep this milk alive?
Because, you must have fridge milk?
For friends to see or questions arise
We’d rather not lift; when its
Only a case of cottage cheesed.

By. Him