your cup
1 min readJan 3, 2019
Your cup sits on the bookshelf beside the bed
It sits where you left it
weeks ago
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…