I raise the cup
To my lips
Fingers bent
Around the handle
The tea tastes
Like pebbles
Knots of hard water
Sticking to the back
Of my throat
I look into her eyes
She is frowning
Working out a puzzle
I don't like the space
Between us
I would like to feel her hand
On mine
See how firm
Her grip is
We mumble prayers
A crack in the ointment
Our silent therapy
If I had a camera
I would take a selfie
Of us both
Two people
Two photographs
A moment in time
Captured in amber.
"The tea tastes like pebbles" - what a fantastic line that is. It evokes a moment of difficulty swallowing, which hints of a moment of distress. So well captured, Jae. Very fine writing.
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