finding milk

i live
for milk.
it is all
i need.
i have forsaken
love
and work.
friendships
have fallen
away,
for a glass
of cold
milk. it
is all i
need. it
will see
me through
my years of
growing old,
of this
middle age
where i am
beginning
to disappear.
it is milk
that will
sustain me
when all
else fails.
keep me here
for a little
while longer.
i hold it
to the light.
i will leave
none of it
behind for
others.