Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Spilled milk

On the first day our love
Went
Silent
I spilled four classes of milk
And cried on your front door step

You removed your welcome mat
The cold
of you
r
wooden steps
Splintered
my backside

the morning
after
you mopped up
all my
sour
wet
milk
while I watched
confused

I stand
Unshaken in you
R
Doorway
You do not tell me to leave

I imagine the eternity I would wait
There
Spliced by the threshold
Anticipating
You
r

embrace