A Prissy Teacup

You give me a smile that only comes from you I smirk in my dreams, understanding it fully and what it means to us, my body and me upon awakening I realize it had been six years since I have seen that look…. loneliness has become my companion like a carving knife, it slices through my heart when I look up and see a teacup with a flower or a doily you were prissy, yet delightful and I thought mine…. you were more than a habit you were my heart I stare at joyful children kicking leaves and I see your eyes I see you in my dreams also six years of you tomorrow cannot fix the loneliness of today I pick up my pen and begin to write hoping I will not look up to face another prissy teacup for I do not know if I can bear one more…