The Tale of Two Teacups

The two cups stood perhaps two meters apart, 

But they could very well be in two galaxies. 

The drift between them widened gradually

But the cups refused to acknowledge it. 

Many a time tea was poured, sometimes even a little caffeine, 

Though often their content was the same, 

The way they held it was never ever the same. 

One day the smaller cup told the other, 

"I feel a bit exquisite today, do you think the same? "

"You contain the same tea as me, how could you be exquisite? "

A tiny crack in the brim was all it showed outward. 

The next day the larger cup got a thorough wash and it said to the other, 

"Don't I sparkle today? I think you can see your reflection in me"

"I don't notice much," said the shorter cup.

A gentle crack near the handle that no one saw. 

As the days went on so did the number of splits. 

One fine day the penultimate moment came to be, 

"What use is a cup with so many cracks?", 

The larger one asked with resignation. 

" No use at all", said the shorter one, 

Assuming the comment is aimed at itself. 

The sudden shattering filled the room, 

And a thousand pieces was all that was left, 

Of a beautiful ceramic pair of cups, 

Neglect causes breaks and 

misunderstandings catalyze it. 

There the pieces lay, a reminder perhaps, 

Words are sharper than blades

But some unuttered are often deadlier.