The steam rises from the kettle
as the phone on the counter stays silent,
creating an uncomfortable scene
with me standing in the middle of it all.
Another morning where I relive each memory,
the good ones along with the bitter ones,
toasting the new sun with a fresh cup of tea each morning
letting the universe take hold of our destinies.
As the tea leaves mingle with the water,
it is here I know that this small trial is meant to make us stronger
so all you and I can do is hold on a little longer,
drink our tea,
and watch the sun rise again the next morning,
while we are in different countries.