Here’s To Our Tea

Tea that’s been poured can’t be poured back- but we can find ways to enjoy it.

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They arrived with quivering hands,

Asking me to pour away their pasts.

But my tea is neutral–

Without sugar

It doesn’t comfort.

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The guests want to redo–

Come with words they dare not speak

Their lives, asunder.

But my tea turns not with time–

It flows with it.

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Gloria came for a cup,

Head bowed, close to tears–

Pics of her better half–

Another–

Voice muted.

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Tim sat at the table,

Head in hands.

A bank balance–

Nil.

A zero.

That he dare not tell.

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I poured my tea,

Its taste raw–

Too subtle–

For Him.

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He tipped it

On the table.

It could not flow back

Into the cup.

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So he

Still sat

Head in hands.

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Ash arrived.

Angry. Misread

She sipped–

My flowing tea

And sat–

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Relaxed.

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So my tea–

Not of tannin balm,

But forward pour,

That calms

With time.

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