I set the tiny cup on top, slow and with care,

for I do not want to tip the tea, I've made for you, over.

and I lift the cup to my lips and take a sip as I wait.

I look at your cup, only to find it still full when mine is near bare,

what is once warm has now gone cold with time.

I stay on my seat, with a cold cup of tea in front of me

for I do not want to face the fact that you are not here.

Thomas Park

a cup of tea

I set the tiny cup on top, slow and with care,

for I do not want to tip the tea, I've made for you, over.

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I sit down, with my own cup in hand,



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