The thoughts I get with morning tea,
Come quietly and sit with me.
Steam rises like the days gone by,
Some made me laugh, some made me cry.
The cup is warm, my heart feels cold,
I think of stories I never told.
Of people who left, of words unsaid,
Of dreams I kept inside my head.
The sun comes up, the world feels new,
But I still miss a chosen few.
Smiles I fake, but deep inside,
There’s pain and love I often hide.
Tea gets cold, but I still stay,
Lost in thoughts that float away.
For all I’ve lost and couldn’t be,
I find some peace in this cup with me.
