Thursday, February 24, 2011

Every sip of that tea
was bitter

i sat alone
with a saucer in one hand
absently taking the cup
in the other
bringing it to my parched lips......

the bitterness came
from the bitter-sweet memories
of those days
how the bitterness alone stayed
you walked through the door
and with a brush of
your hand
and an air of happy abandon
you made the saucer drop
onto the table

that sound i will never forget
it clangs in my head
and reminds me of when i looked
longingly into my tea
searching for signs of a prophecy
when you walked right in through the door......