milk

my milk expires on your birthday

and the last time we spoke, it was mine.

you said happy birthday a minute after midnight

you wanted to say it on the dot but i know you were using that minute to debate whether you wanted to say it the second the midnight was on the clock

your birthday rolled around again

this time, i didn't wish you a good one

i didn't say anything at all

now that it's over i don't have an excuse to talk to you

never to send a text or call

i haven't taken a sip of that milk since the second i realized

and now it sits on the shelf, i don't wanna throw it out