Chaos

A room full of chaos, and people faking their smile. 

Is a sorry sight I so often welcome.

At times I played along.

At times I burnt to ashes.

At times I didn't belong.

At times I made excuses.

But last night was my redeemer.

As I sensed the scented brew beside.

My half-empty cup.

And then her full cup of curiosity.

Filled my half to full.

And we rested peacefully in our scented remains.