Tea Leaves
Tea Leaves
There is a car alarm that will not stop
Disturbing, grating on an atmosphere
Created by a small white cup of tea
Whose fragrance soothes and leads me by the hand
To time’s past memory of you and leaves
That fall…now fortune tells a different tale…
So long ago you held my hand, you held
My heart within the trails of black tea leaves.
Distracted by the honey taste of milk
And tea and you, while sitting, quiet rain
Descending all around, how could I know
Where this would lead? Before another sip
I watch you lick your lips and hear your breath
Above the stillness of the rain. I look
At you ignoring circles of dead leaves
Contained in two small simple cups of tea.
The kettle heats upon the stove, whistling
Steam rising, screaming cry beneath the sound
Of someone’s car alarm disturbing past
And present here in kitchen nook where I
Reflect, remember smells of English Grey
And rain. It’s sunlight here and noise until
Like you my neighbor puts an end to all
Things…leaving me with empty cup of leaves.