Mismatched Mugs
When all was resolved without uttering a word
By Fly AlonePublished 3 days ago • 1 min read
Photo by Natali Hordiiuk on Unsplash
We were in the kitchen
Like steam rising from the kettle
your whisper might have vanished
But I caught it hurriedly
As if a precious thing were slipping from my grasp
It was: "Find me"
But I was surprised
you were beside me
Why search?
You looked at two mismatched mugs
I understood and hugged you
I replaced mugs with two matching cups
You poured tea into them
We smiled with our first sips
You looked at the dustbin
As if saying you discarded the dust of the heart into it!
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Fly Alone
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Comments (4)
Your poem beautifully portrays a moment of connection, understanding, and the potential for healing, thank you very much for sharing, love your works, hope to read more, subscribed.
nice
Beautiful poem
Beautiful poem!