Tea

I drink it to rememberthe night that we first met,for the many nights there after,for the nights you'll soon forget. Remembrance of there was,but more importantly what might have been,will never stopped these fantasiesfrom running in my head  You probably don't rememberthat evening by the beach.But maybe one day you'll look to me and I'll be within your reach Sometimes I brew a cup of teaso I'll feel you close to me.But he can never emulate when you, and I, were we.  

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