Standing by,
Sidelines,
The wind flowing through my hair.
Painfully slow,
Maudlin,
The gravity pulls me to the core.
I linger,
Lingering,
Waiting for you.
This will not waver.

You invite me in for tea
To sit down and talk
About nothing,
And nothing was something.
It was warm, sweet, bitter, bland, and cold
Time went by so fast
I had no time to savor it.
The tea or you
Your eyes like earl grey
Understanding, soft, sad.
We walk to the door
I grab my coat hesitant
It's chilly outside.
Maybe just one more cup of tea?