Cold Tea in the Sink

You brewed two, then walked away

Left yours steeping into gray

Mine turned bitter, left too long

Like the quiet in this song

Chair turned out, like you'd return

But the seat stays cool and firm

Cold tea in the sink, untouched

Still sweetened, just too much

You poured silence in that cup

And didn’t wait to drink it up

Napkin folded like your tone

Curt words built in monochrome

I reheat thoughts, but they expire

Like morning steam and cooling fire

No sip can fix what wasn’t said

So I wash the cup instead

Cold tea in the sink, untouched

Still sweetened, just too much

You poured silence in that cup

And didn’t wait to drink it up

Spilled across a counter’s edge

Love grows cold when left on ledge

Cold tea in the sink, untouched

Stirred once, but not enough

Empty mug, and still I think

Of you and that fading pink