After Noon Tea

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Teeming steam from teacup
Torn your face
Across the room
Is broken
Opened up
Forlorn so worn
My smile woke
Your tear to drop
Into the cup
I held for you
We all
Withal
Can fall
A little drop
By little drop
Below
To gather in a pool
Of mutual in
Grief beneath
We weep
For what
We do not know
But only that we lost
The promises
Of long ago
We lost the promises
We made
For fools like us
To try and keep

©K Barr

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