Between sips of green tea
Flashes of thoughts percolate
On the lingering notes of
Its sweet-tangy taste.
How time has encrusted
Joyful events like the bad.
Yet its crust of forgetting
Dissolves now and then
To a foil
And thru’ the gossamer’s
Second skin
You still sense the gentle
Touch of a beloved.
Love’s sweetest hours
Like ebb and flow
Still sway deep
In your innermost being.


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