When tea time has been reduced to nothing,
but a phase and scones aren't even
a conversation piece anymore, when the kettle
has been robbed of its violet hues in place of
rust, when the last guest to pass through
the door was your brother, three years ago

will you finally miss me or any
of the moments we shared?

And when Loneliness falls for Sorrow
will you be reminded of our final
cups of tea or the fact our final words
were not of finality or even giddy irony
at all, but instead talk of who would
sweep away the crumbs and wash
the dishes once fire and ice had

stolen the once currently
sitting on the table top.

When tea time has been reduced to nothing,
what will these breadcrumbs bring you?