Th Milk Is Gone

Rush hour traffic on a holiday weekend; and the milk is gone.
No money to pay the bills, no money to buy food; and the milk is gone.
The fridge is packed full of leftovers; but the milk is gone.
The faucet water drips drips drips; but the milk is dried up.
The pain increases and nothing soothes; and the milk is gone.
People leave; and the milk is still gone.


The necessities are depleted, and even becoming nonexistent.
The emotional pain is overwhelming, in abundance, in oversupply.
No one is supporting; indeed not even family and friends.
No one cares that you're losing it; that everything you knew and had is no longer yours.


Because the milk is gone.