Empty Cup

Between twenty-four hours of Sunday laziness

And thoughts of many levels

Of depth,

In the last sip of tea

I regret 

Telling you I’d never come back. 

I would never return, not even today,

But I wish I’d let you stay 

Hopeful

.

ML

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