Will you make me a cup of tea?

cup, tee, porcelain

And so the last goodbye
Was done…
Known to none but us…

And the loud silence
Around the tea

Your silence
Was always so powerful
It screamed your might
And your grip over me

Palpable throbbing absence
As if, my hurt was your panacea
Your redemption
From the knots you tied around yourself

All the while your tea waited…

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