A forgotten cup of tea,

tepid. Half-full of comfort.

There is no warmth there, if you’re lucky its drinkable.

You could I suppose

heat it up.

Microwave for seconds. Bing.

But it’s not the same,

It’s too hot.

The tea has lost it’s tea-ness.

There is no solace in that stained mug.

With rings around the edges – from your earlier sips.

Almost like memories. Imprints from another time.

A forgotten cup of tea.

No do not pour it down the drain, do not clean away that cup and start again without a care in the world for what once was special.

Leave it there. keep it forgotten.

A forgotten cup of tea, there is no comfort there.