week 16:
thoughts, and latenight talks
milktea beside the fire and you're sitting across me
eyes downcast, hands folded
'let's break up' you whisper
'ok' i said
'ok'
and for a while it was
i washed the sheets, stashed the photos in a box
i put two drops of honey in my teas and
on cloudy days, i'd go out in the backyard and try not to think about
the warmth of your hands on mine
i guess the thing with feelings is that
even long after the caster has left
it remains
like the after fragrance of a well boiled tea
curling onto itself in the thin air
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Points: 561
Reviews: 476