You can find her in the usual place,
Sitting, drinking her comfort in silence,
Slowly swirling the earth in her hand,
The steam rising from her cup,
A brewed friendship flows into her mouth.

With you she’ll pour your pain in a mug,
Her honey eyes will wash your sorrows down,
As in you continue to sip the dark remedy.
Watch the vapours escape and dance with elegance,
With her nothing ever tastes bitter.