CHAI[n?] TEA[r?] LATTE[r!]

It was one of those nights. She was alone, thinking of her “half-meants” and “almost love stories.” As she held her cup of tea, she felt it bring warmth to her unusually cold hands. One sip of her Chai Latte and immediately, she knew what she wanted. A flower of hope blossomed from deeply within her.

We

drink

our

coffee

in silence;

not having

to talk, meet

eye to eye

and interact
is sometimes

easier

and

less

complicated.
The unspoken words are chosen to be unspoken

because they are not mere words but emotions

guised in letters. I watch you purposely, carefully
memorizing how you move and not move. Pretending

to not feel my gaze, I assume, is your way of

protecting you and me. No US, no WE,

just you and me... forgotten. It's really just you.

If you let me, I will talk not through my mouth

but through my heart that silently shouts, "Fool!"

over and over. To be a fool is my comfort, pain is my

wall. There are moments when you're there

yet I don't feel you. I'd rather really
that you hurt me and be there than leave and

bring with you my ability
to feel and be felt.

Don't ever mistake me for sadness,

sadness is my friend.

I am not really alone.

I am with myself.

Go straight to my heart.

I have to write a happier verse.

Rhyme with me. We'll sing-song
our way to happiness -- together.