Cup of tea, dearie? 

How is it? 

I'm sorry he's gone, dearie. 

You're better off without him. 

I'm sorry too. 

I'm sorry that you're gone now- 

I'm sorry that you never 

          got to see the gratefulness I have 

          for each and every cup of steaming tea 

          brewed with love 

          and sipped in the afternoon daylight 

          among threads 

         of tangled stories. 

You are still my- 

everything.