I AM NOT SORRY

The sight of an 'unkindness of ravens' is ominous

I see them staring at the window, as they catch their breath,

Their reflections fall on the scalding tea, when you take a sip,

The grave tea touches your succulent lips, the same way as her lips,

You gasp and go restless, and I sit here and watch your visage,

Now you know how my heart aches when you share my love with her?

You look in the giant mirror in the hallway, while the ravens have flown away,

I AM NOT SORRY