Breakfast ~ after separation
for Robert
my timer beeps – the tea is brewed
two scoops of tea leaves, a full pot
made uselessly, out of habit
for two cups, for us
it’s a winter morning
in a small kitchen – hollow kitchen
that grows and devours
me, without you
leaving, taken away
by train last night
only your cup remains
for breakfast this morning
sad, Chrysogonous. ..the image of a full pot and the empty cup works well
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ReplyDeleteyes, we've all been there...!
ReplyDeleteThanks :)
ReplyDeleteThis was written exactly after he left yesterday
Beautiful sad absence (:-I
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