tea leaf

the leaves
of tea
at the bottom
of the cup,
reveal patterns,
a makebelieve story
of us,
images swirl
rinsed with tea,
familiar, fragrant
a horde of
fragile memories,
as the porcelain
of my moods,
and a heart lost
in a million
thoughts of you.

© SoulReserve 2017

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