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Sunday, July 22, 2012

My Cup of Tea


I was making a cup of tea.

You came around the corner,

when I looked out the window, you were all I could see.

My heart instantly felt warmer.



You seemed busy,

hunting for somebody, or something.

I stood there breathlessly

trying to move, but, nothing.



Despite your impending obligations,

you stopped, and saw me.

Without hesitations,

you opened the door, and touched your keys.



Without words, you grinned,

and took a pen and piece of paper,

off the counter, and you penned.

Nothing else was said, until later.

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