This is a memory I will continue to recall until I turn it sour.
You made me tea in the morning.
Sleepy and hungover
Sad to leave,
You made me tea in the morning
And mixed it with milk like it was a habit.
Tea is cozier than coffee.
Coffee forces you to wake up quickly.
Tea lets you wake up slowly
Or puts you to sleep,
Lets you sit for hours and share secrets
Or just a look –
The look I gave you over the rim of your mug:
I forget that you left me at the train stop.
I rode all the way home alone for the last time.
The milk in the tea made it sweet,
But my tears tasted salty.