fridge

you drink the one with milk that was made by mistake

while i sit on the floor in your kitchen
and paint my heart all over your shiny fridge door
you wash the sheets
would you put the words back in place before she arrives?

you refuse distraction
with such endearing purpose
your pretty eyes already looking to the next

and you know why i tried to leave without saying goodbye

when i go
i wish you were walking next to me
to watch everytime my skirt blows up in the breeze