Tea is always better when it’s made by someone else,
but it tastes best
when made by you
the brew
steaming in our kitchen
as you half listen
to the day I have had
good and bad
and when the mugs we have match,
sat side by side,
as the tea bag
cries
a single milky tear
that puddles on the worktop
and we can finally stop and enjoy the silent sipping,
nothing’s missing,
when it’s just you,
me,
and the tea.
by Fudge Cooper
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