The Tea Cup
The tea cup, brown with little green maple leaves
and sprinkles of gold
imprinted around it;
this tea cup that you bought for me,
I held it lovingly in my hands,
thinking of you soaring in the scarlet sky.
It cracked.
The hot water spilling --
burning my skin.
And my heart, it weeps
as I wiped the table clean.
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