This is a poem about an
Unfinished love affair --

Like the bottle of milk left
Overnight by the counter
Where we kissed for the

First time.

Like the fruits on the table
turned sour.
I remember what you said
when I saw you for the

Last time.

(dear darling I am so sorry
For my wrong do doings)
(thank you my angel my sugar
My love my regret)

But you do not understand
And never will
That I did this for myself
And never you.