Cup of tea

I sit by my bedside table, 

Drinking tea from saucers left with cracks 

But years untouched.

Underneath a moonless night,

 Within the stained memories of the closed room,

I sip my tea tentatively;

Enjoying the warmth that has long gone. 

 I think about all those people,

Who stopped by but never stayed, 

Going on their own way, 

Without ever looking back.

By my bed lies that tear-stained pillow-

A souvenir, 

A memento 

From those who left. 

I continue sipping my cold tea, 

Embracing myself with the thought that - 

Everyone I ever loved falls asleep with love by their side

While I cling to my broken fragments, 

Lest they turn to ashes and pieces of dust. 

The thought of it chills me,

And I drink my tea even more. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The words honest and strong.
"Everyone I ever loved falls asleep with love by their side
While I cling to my broken fragments,
Lest they turn to ashes and pieces of dust. "
I have told people. Love is a thin line. Hard to find another in the same place. The above line is true. I like the use of the tea cups. Gave the poem vision and life. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

I like how it refers back to something as simple as tea.
Although the poem isn't really about tea.
Allot of your poems are about thinking, about being deep in thought.
Seems like your mind is always ticking.
I liked this piece to.
Keep writing :)

[Carissa Marie]

hahaha. Thank you for reading as always. I didnt realize that most of my poems are about thinking, maybe I'll try something else next time. :)

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

Yer not that i minded they where still good, I like the way you write :)
Anytime :)