are the classics caked on
to the stories unwraveled
during love's long yawn.
And we push on
through the times we write
our sweet summer songs,
and the dead of winter
when love's seemingly long gone.
But milk and cookies
remind us that loves never gone.
It's just a pause we feel, like a brief yawn
in the middle of a story
meant to soothe someone's anger
with all the world's wrongs.
And if the cookie crumbles
during the dip,
you'll find it at the bottom
after a few more sips.
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