Two Cups of Tea

i wait,
with an extra
cup of tea
in my hands,

the balcony fragrant
with music
and gentle
candle light,

waiting,
i sip slowly
from
sunset to stars,

one cup gone,
the second
still up
for shares,

rain, i wait
i wait for you,
be it cloudy
or not,

i know
your dislike
for trying
to be predicted,

so i
don’t bother
with any
of that,

i just
wait patiently,
and begin
to sip again,

now from
the cup,
which originally
had your name,

soon
there are two,
which lie empty
on the ledge,

one
mine,
and the other
supposedly yours,

i let them
peacefully be,
under
that starlit night,

as i bid my adieu
to them,
and to the waiting
for you,

for there is still
solace in a sleep,
which can happily
seed dreams,

beyond
the reality
of what is
or what is not,

and of the
conversations,
that still
might happen,

between two cups,
perched
on that
cozy balcony ledge,

conversations
under the blissful starry sky,
between a one cup me
and a one cup you.

© vidursahdev 2020