おいしいお茶 (Oishī ocha)

The set is no longer perfect

Tiny cracks follow me, like competitive grief

A thought of home, a thought of tea

More thoughts I wish I didn’t carry with me

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Bitter leaves find bitter tongues

I would always brew enough for two

You say this is where the heart is

I think it’s your hope for ruin

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The warming scent of matcha

Gone from the home you left

Forgetful memories push for resolution

Like flicking callous matches hoping for fire

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You are not the walls I have built

You are not the bed in which I lay

You are not the voice that greets me

You are a cold and distant memory

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It’s a violence to think these words

With such delicious tea

Always more of a home than you provided

Brewed for two, but drunk lonely