Tea with a friend,
nothing more.
Just tea.
And a little smiling,
no more.
One drink,
then home.
But her eyes
are so brown,
a little sad
from loss.
Her upper lip
crinkles
when she smiles.
I see my mistakes
in her eyes.
Then she kisses me.
Only a second.
Yet in that moment
my love disappears.
Gone.
Like I knew she was,
but couldn’t bear to see.
If we kiss again,
maybe I can live
and she can bring me tea.