I
am as lonely as the cup
You
drank your tea from last
time
When we met
It
occupies a strange circular space in my room
As
if a universe within its own limits
Which
never lets me come out
It
has a memory of your lips
Speaking
to me from it brim
Of
secrets we could never share
I
look for the sign of our love
In
the leaves you left
At
its deserted bottom
I
see it as if I'm seeing you
Hold it
Like
I am holding
Your
lovely face in my both hands
And
bring it closer to my lips
To
drink
Whatever is left of our love
Which I
couldn’t otherwise
When
you were with me
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