bittersweet

black tea turns golden 

wisps of laughter become tears in the cup 

ripple affecting towards what we built 

what you 

me 

and everybody who ever raised us instilled in us 

everyone who ever held a hand to us 

who ever attempted to hold a candle to ......our mothers and fathers 

the words spoken to us 

as we progressed from seeds to sapplings with young leaves that reached close to the sun 

when we look back on our life we reminisce in the people 

relieving moments we wish were reversed 

never occured 

happened over and over again 

how would we ever forget the love you showed 

the tears you brought 

and the pain you caused

the things and emotions on top of things you brought us were 

bittersweet