Tea

Steeping in boiled water a cup of Camellia sinensis’ leaf buds

Dawn breaking over the rice field, exactly 5:05 ante meridiem

Suffering from horrific hallucination, envisaging leaning on you and dozing off on your shoulder

Like touching a piece of metal, tingling in my fingertips as I reached the invisible strings tying your hands so cold.

Human aromatherapy polluting the smoke coming from the burning haystack.

Relish cuddly hugs and drink life from your lips proving the most comprehensive meaning of affection.

You’re here in my room of absence, remembering the whiff that was left on my pillow.

Suddenly was terrified, grasping sand of assurance, still portion’s spilling.

Shaking of my hands as right index finger pointed out your almost perfect captivated picture

Browsing candid photographs of yours obliterating my what ifs,

Wiping my tears of longings with your used gray shirt.

Mild tea hydrating my wilted heart for it lost its boneless mineral density.

You’re my polyphenol, that regulates my memory, a memory of having you, a moment of having you today, and a blessing of having you in the future.