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The kettle hums the steam lifts slow
The cups are lined as you would know
Yet only one is filled today
The other waits as shadows play
You loved the scent of jasmine leaves
The way the quiet hour breathes
But now the sips fall sharp and still
The silence steeped in times own will
I raise the cup and drink your name
And warmth returns though not the same
The tea remembers all you gave
And pours it back both soft and brave
You may be gone yet here you stay
Where scent and memory intertwine and lay
Forever present tenderly
You dwell within the silence of tea
