an old poem found

On Spilled Milk

I spilled milk
on that sweet
heart note
you wrote.

You stuck
it to my screen
right where you knew
I would look.

Some time, during the day,
during the hustling
rustle and shuffle
I guess it let loose.

Found again later
on the desk,
it is still damp,
warped,
and slowly souring.

-HMMN