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