04-05-2018, 05:38 AM
Tea
Every morning he sits at the table
with a pot of tea, waiting.
In his cup is milk and sugar. Her cup is empty
again.
He lifts the pot and pours his tea.
Milk swirls and the sugar stays as sludge
in the bottom of his cup. His spoon lies
on the saucer, untouched.
Without her, he has no reason
to stir.
Every morning he sits at the table
with a pot of tea, waiting.
In his cup is milk and sugar. Her cup is empty
again.
He lifts the pot and pours his tea.
Milk swirls and the sugar stays as sludge
in the bottom of his cup. His spoon lies
on the saucer, untouched.
Without her, he has no reason
to stir.
It could be worse