Empty Cup

​I stare at the dregs

Half dried
Sticky with remnants of honey
How did this happen?

Aromatic herbs
Honey for smooth comfort
A touch of sweet

Gone now
Did I drink it all?
I don’t recall

I took a few sips
Still fresh
Hot enough to burn
Waited for it to cool
And it is gone

Other have sipped
Have taken from my cup
With sweet words
and sly hands
They have gotten drunk
Behind my back
I am left with nothing

The dregs
A memory
Of the cup of tea
I made for me.


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