Tea Bag
by Reya Bato
I shall remember you
every time I put tea bag
in a hot-water-filled cup.
The rusty brown color
spreads quietly
like the passion
which consumes us.
Its aroma
awakens my senses
bringing me back
in that October night.
And as I sip its warmth,
its bitter-sweetness
revitalizes
the yearning
I have inside
to drink tea again
by your side.
04th April 2011
