i ordered a hot tea today and thought of you.
(i do think of you when i’m not drinking tea,
but this happened to be my reason today.
and today i wondered what it might be
that ever makes you think of me.)

you said, in the end, what we had could not be unhad.
you said it as comfort, to claim it was worth it, despite ending.
she said, in the end, what’s done cannot be undone.
she said it as despair, to claim it was too late, despite hoping.

memory’s the great equivocator.
it gives and takes,
reminds and forgets.
causes despair then hope.

each time at an end i think is it worth it?
something’s lost and something’s gained.

simple hot tea lost
to a thought gained.
i’ve lost more and less from better and worse.

This entry was posted on August 16, 2007 and is filed under writing.