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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.
Copyright ©
David Crandall
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