Hot Tea

Hot Tea

I had hot tea the morning you called

To tell me your love was gone.

The kettle was on the fire before I even picked up the phone.

When there’s heartbreak, there’s always chamomile to calm your nerves.

A warm cup is the next best thing to rest your hands on—

To stable yourself

When the ground beneath you falls through.

Our love is gone.

A pinch to wake yourself up,

A cup of tea to get yourself going.

My winters are too cold,

Without you to warm me up,

My love is gone.

So I thank God for hot tea.

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