Sour Milk

Collect your rocks
Create a pile around your feet
Spend time polishing
Then watch them roll away

Pour a glass of milk
Place it on the table to share
And wait for them to accept your offer
Only to watch the milk turn sour

Paint the pictures
Hang them in the gallery
Offer tickets for free
And still no one comes

Cried on the Porch

I displayed moments of my personality
you kept them in your corner

I made my echoes heard in the room
you manipulated the sound with windows

I drew lifetimes onto the walls
You ripped down the wallpaper

I walked out the door
And you shut it behind me

I cried on the porch
And you had moved away