Thoughts Of You At Tea

By Desiree Marisa Fernandes

I return from work

To see for miss calls and messages

As I scroll on my phone

Its emptiness being alone.

My wishful thinking goes into an overdrive

Curdling up scary emotions

The long distance stretches even harder

Snapping me from going much further.

From friendly jibes and banter

To the occasional tiffs that interspersed

As the teapot set aflame

I wonder if I was to blame.

The tea leaves merged in boiling water

And its aroma and warmth rented the air

Tantalizing me in a curious way

Leaving me bereft of wanting more to say.

Dissipating through a watery hole

It wends its way in the cuppa

As I caress it with nimble fingers

The thoughts of you begin to linger.

Oh! The first slurry sip

Cautioned me to discern tongue tied

That how in a fit of fiery rage

Could you decide to start over a new page ?

Did the sweetness not measure up ?

Did it dilute into a pale tinge ?

Gripped in a static cold state

As I recall you leave through that gate.

By Desiree Marisa Fernandes