Sipping one look

Longing for a hot cup of tea……and warm eyes
just blank and looking right through me
sipping that much waited tea without saying anything,
without even wanting to hold his hand….warm with holding that cup of tea
Just sipping those memories, thoughts, desires, passions,music and dreams……
without expressing them through blank eyes……sipping everything time left behind
feeling all of this slowly through the throat into the heart
sipping one look not so blank not so full, not so mine and not his either
sipping just that look……just those eyes

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