the milk ran cold up against
the silk porcelain cup .
the sky sat soothingly outside the window
ever so blue .
it hung heavily, happily behind the great
circular sun.
she looked in his eyess and felt a chilling
vibe radiate towards her.
he never knew.
his fingers curled around the brim of his cup.
late at night, he'd tossle out of bed
to remember the milk running cold
up against the porcelain cup.
she never knew.
the places he'd go.
maybe she saw nothing.
maybe he felt everything.
but the sun fell low.
yes, the sun fell low.
