Terence Roe

the sweetest milk

the sweetest milk
turned oh so bitter
from open page
to a piece of litter
crumpled on the ground
crumpled on the ground

sad fish I
all songs unsung
inept words bubbling
on my tongue
through these reeds of darkness
now I succumb

who could foresee such an end
slamming doors upon our friendship
will it ever be the same again?
why can’t we sit down and talk
forgive the blunder
forget the fault
remember what was precious
lost now found

the sweetest milk
turned oh so sour
our vases full of golden flowers
fallen in the sun
falling in the sun