Cup Of Tea

Sitting at the window with my evening cup of tea,

I watch the people joining the hustle of the returning city.

But my mind visits the beautiful chain of events,

Those magical days of work, learning and new commitments.

It was a similar beautiful evening as we all sat together

sipping tea,

The rest went ahead and we lingered behind just you and me.

Your silhouette looked sharper in the rays of the setting sun,

When you asked me what would be my life's new turn.

I had a lot of words to describe my future with you,

But maintained my silence, a bit apprehensive, my answer might

scare you.

You then smiled a sad smile and held my hands tight,

We sat there together as the evening slowly moved towards the

night.

I then withdrew my hand from your's and decided to walk away,

It had been a long time that we had been astray.

Oh, how this little cup of tea brews so many beautiful moments,

The aroma simply entangles me in the chains of my lost life

events...