After I finished my last cup of tea,
I drank all the sweet memory's that followed me,
of you.
I drink all the same as a peach tea,
a breath of relief that casts over me.
In this interlude of space,
time drips like a broken tap.
But just to be with you,
and you with me,
is the simple joy of sweet peach tea.
My aura,
my bittersweet.