Spoiled Milk

‘Come with me’, I told you once

what feels like a million years ago.

You’d follow me, smile on your face

We saw the city lights aglow.

When the clouds would start to weep

We raced home like rabid dogs.

We huddled around the muffled heat

On the stove, burnt garlic cloves.

I told you about Far Eastern dictators

You told me how you rioted for Catalonia.

We’d travelled far and wide accross the town

For beer and good conversation.

I don’t remember the bars or the music

Just us laughing over something stupid.

So was it you or was it me

That first gave in to apathy?

When was the exact moment

We lost all hope in good fun?

The only thing worse than blaming you

Is admitting my own part.

In souring what was once so

Wholesome, fresh and pure.

When milk spoils

There’s no turning back the clock.

The curds, the stench, the sickly hue

Rancid, till the end.