A Cup of Tea

The cars drive by in ones, twos, and threes. Leaves gently flutter in the cool breeze. I look to the street, then down, then up. A sense of unease, I sip from my cup. Outside folks walking slow and quick. The watch on my wrist starts to loudly tick. Inside the eyes seem to fall on me. I drink and wonder where she could be. I feel as though I’d like to hide A secret - not to the world confide. From my teacup, I take a drink As my silly heart begins to sink. And now from behind a barricade - An unstoppable, rushing cascade - The masquerade ends. I gulp my tea, and I can’t escape, but it is me. By a familiar feeling now I’m haunted - that, alas, I am still unwanted. Whoever she is, she never shows up. But, I take wisdom from my teacup. What I’ve got here with every fault Is better than nothing by default. It’s better than insincerity and fluff. Myself and tea are quite enough.