Your cup sits on the bookshelf beside the bed
It sits where you left it
I wake at night and sometimes smile remembering the evening you drank that tea comforting me.
I wake at night and a tear, sometimes tears, flow wondering why you can’t return.
I picked it up once to return it to the kitchen but I had to put it back. I adjusted it so the handle would be at the same angle as you placed it.
Your cup is a comforting reminder
Your cup is a disturbing reminder
When you come back please put your cup away.