Fresh Sorrow

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I open the fridge

And shake the milk carton,

Trying to guess the volume,

Trying not to notice the expiration date,

Guessing how much longer

I can let it sit there before it sours,

Before I have to go to the store

To buy Non-Fat, the type I like.

Whole milk takes longer to go bad,

Which is why I open the fridge door

Every morning before I go to work,

To assess the milk situation since you left me.

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