expired peanut butter [poem]

when our friendship ends
it is expired peanut butter
the jar of creamy goop tucked away in
some cabinet of your mind
the expiration date passing between
that day and the next
you keep going
believing
you and I have something to bind us
together
in a delicious sandwich
comfort food for the soul
but you’re wrong
and the jar grows dusty as time passes
until one day
you want a snack
a sweet taste of familiarity on the tongue
so you scoop up a spoonful
and lick it
something’s off
an unsatisfying texture coating everything
and it’s only then that your realize
our friendship expired
months ago
gross