I dunked it in my milk, with my oreo
My oreo made it out alive,
And wonder, it sunk.
Settled to the bottom, amongst cookie crumbles and dregs.
The one part of my drink I'd always leave,
As a principle;
Be it the milkshakes of my childhood
Or my tea,
The nose that emerged from the cup, no longer touched, no mustache remined, to be licked off.
I see it there, lying sodden, amongst irridescent liquid.
I see it in every cup, Tall, grande, or venti.
Its beckons me over, enticing me.
Waiting to be scooped up and savoured,
I smile at it from a distance,
Hoping to see it in another mug.
Yet I know, that I must wait for it to leave;
For the days of our acquaintance are over.