“Such a beautiful photograph,” she marvels
As she sits down where I used to lie.
You look at the picture as she asks you who I am.
For what seems like an eternity in your mind
You plead with God to help you mask the clouds
That are now thundering about in your head.
“Just an old friend,” you reply coolly,
After an uncomfortable second.
~ poem excerpt ~
"Cup of Tea,"
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2009
, Article 1.
Available at: http://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2009/iss2/1