one less package of ramen in the pantry today
it somehow now appears empty
even though I only threw out a
single expired package of ramen
there were two,
and now only one
when there were two
it offered unique touch of colour
amongst the myriad of dried pastas and canned foods
one green package, one orange
I was going to make a couple stir fry
my first homemade ramen
these small yet comforting ideas
nestled in the back of my mind
easing threats of boredom and redundancy
and how utterly stupid
to feel a jab of loneliness as the garbage lid shuts
I stare into my pantry, with the light off
and it stares back