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