Thoughtfully staring out behind a mug
The lip of it poised at my mouth
A flash of a smile
A hint of a rose
Black
Chai
Tea
It coats my tongue
Somehow sweet but still bitterly spice
Oddly comforting
A fallen petal
The warmth pooling
As if its been shot into my coalescing blood stream
Ripples spread out on a ponds surface
I'll love you like you were the last flower
Before a winter storm
Delicate and beautiful
Looking into the mouth
Of a frozen hell
But still refusing to bend
The way the wind wants you to
Splatters of blood on an almost white shirt
Echoes of  your laughter
Cacophonous in my own ears
A withered form of your smirk
When did this town burn?
And when did I let go of the match?
I still don't remember when everything changed
But does anyone really ever remember
Or is everything suppressed under snow coated stones