a teabag from a large
variety of options
finding one for sore throats
then standing for a few minutes
at the cupboard choosing
a cup from a lifetime of cups
finding one in the back
hidden a dark blue
I forget where I picked
you up he mutters forgiveness
is the simple fruit
of self-knowledge the water
just boiling he pours and waits
letting it steep and steam
every second healthier
every second your name
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