Some friendships and relationships end abruptly; some with reasons that are rather well-understood by everyone involved, some for craziness, some just no longer feel right. I've lost more than I like-- some by my own bidding. This one wasn't one of those. I still miss it, but I have some understanding for what a crazy woman I was during that time in my life.

So here I was, studying for this complex analysis midterm I had last year when I stop for a cup of tea. Poem falls into my lap; please lemme know what y'all think of it. 


Cuppa
-----

For lack of creativity and want of warmth
	I brewed a cup of darjeeling in faint
   memory of you.  Not that this was 
	Ever
anything we did together, or anything 
	blatant like music or religion or 
Beer.  It's a quiet cup, amidst my 
	calculations and realizations,
	My fantasies and cold bricks.

   You were my knight of cups-- All cups.
Crystal chalices of burgundy; cold, thin glasses
  	like spires, full of water, the plain
Strange cup filled with conversations and
   Lust, silver ink and hemlock.  Eyes of
muddy pond water and wood.

	But back to the cuppa; it's almost
Steeped now.  I can taste it before my first sip;
	my reminisces foretell every flavor--

hallucinatory and real.

28Jan96