The Mahogany Tree

Dawning my eyes to mornings and sunshines

Is such a task until,

Your memories linger on my senses

As fresh as Mahogany tree

Planted outside the balcony...

I pay my first visit of the day under its shade!

The day unfolds

Easing into reality with a large cup of tea,

That's Predominately gingerly oriented,

And less sugar, 

I gulp most of it

To brisk to that sip

Where your thoughts taste like cardamom I forgot to add in there...

Ignoring you was never my cup of tea!

As the day transitions to an afternoon

And I am all soaked up in a sweat

Head to toe

Standing under the realm of a fan

That loans nothing but bad warm air!

Struggling to save me from evaporating

I wonder how these palms never seem to dry

Resembling your reminiscence 

That keeps me drenched

Until I start to melt!

Evening knocks on the door

And I run to welcome it

With milk and cookies

Only that it comes with a companion

Who prefers coffee and cupcakes.

Not that I complain,

But he always wants something i've run out of...

I arrange him both somehow

So, he stays...

Until the night brews in,

And he's all set at the door 

While his companion is long gone...

Savouring cupcake dreams on his lips,

And 

The exhausted Mahogany smell on his shirt...

"We'll meet again", he exclaims!

To which I wonder

Will, he ever leave,

Or stay back...

Loaning his leftover essence to the tree?