Got Milk?

I am a glass of milk.

I am full to the top.

And I just keep on pouring;

I don’t know when to stop.

My love is going off

For it’s been sitting here,

Unrefrigerated,

Undrunk for all these years.

My love’s starting to smell.

It’s past expiry date.

Untouched by human lips;

And now, it’s far too late.

I am a glass of milk.

I am full to the brim.

But I feel so damned empty

Because I don’t have him.