The Perfect Brew 

 

He sat next to me
And explained
How he couldnt
Be there for me
And so I decided
Then that I would
Abandon this
Line of conversation
And instead put my
Head and hurt
Into a cup of hot water
Let it make the palms twitch
And dance away at first
But later it would welcome
Moroccan mint tea
With its subtle freshness
And its supply of clarity
Selfishness and warmth
That the palms may not
Dance away from
But embrace
The perfect brew