Tea and You

The last time I had tea with you,
the last time I tasted it on your lips.
I remember how real it tasted.
I do remember,
how a finite drop felt infinite.
And how I had wish,
to have it with you,
in rains, in winters,
under the sun, under the stars,
then and forever.

I was your cup of tea,
as you were mine.

But now all I have is;
a broken heart,
two broken cups,
and many broken promises.

And all I wish is
a distaste for tea.

– Kritika Vashist

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