I am that spill in the grocery store.
I fell in the dark and my puddle
oozes and influenced the ground until dawn.
When I'm found
Shoppers will protest the grotesque display
as they pull out their wallets to pay
I am blocked off
in yellow rope
hopes of attention
I am only mentioned
My surface tension is broken by the
intention of your mop
as it sops
You've cured the texture of the ground
with a simple cleaning solution
You have come to my conclusion
cleaned up my illusion
So I can say I love you
as my molecules diffuse
in the water of your bucket
you make sure I'm erased
that I am Safe.