You remind me of cold milk on the counter. 

Good at first, when it's right out of the fridge. 

When water beads on the outside of the You remind me of cold milk on the counter. 

Good at first, when it's right out of the fridge. 

When water beads on the outside of the glass 

And creates a ring on the counter. 

But after a little while 

The milk warms to the same temperature as the room. 

It's not too bad but it's not as good as before. 

Straight out of the fridge. 

After an hour the milk is warm. 

There's no water beads on the outside of the glass. 

No cold touch as you bring it to your lips.  

The glass feels the same as when you took it out. 

The milk has changed. 

After a few hours the milk is warmer,

And feels thinker. 

And it tastes sour. 

After a full day the once cold milk on the kitchen counter 

Has spoiled. 

Its curdled and smells,

And has gone completely sour. 

The next morning the cup has been dumped 

And washed 

And put away. 

The milk has gone and changed. 

No longer cold and sweet, 

But  warm and sour. 

Changed too much to be saved.  

You are like cold milk left out for a day.

Good when it started, but too sour to stay. 

Now all that's left is the water ring on the counter. 

And an empty cup in the cupboard