your love
for milk is
undiminished over
time.
even now
as you pour
it cold into
a clear glass
you like
the sound
of it filling
that space.
the coolness
of it
in your hand
as you bring
it to your lips
after taking
a fork full of
your mother's
cake. time
has erased
many things,
but not that.
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