Tea-Stained Memories

Sipping tea, memories gently brew,

In the quiet moments, I think of you.

With each warm sip, your absence stings,

Missing you, as the teapot sings.

Steamy mugs, like our conversations sweet,

Now empty, they echo your heartbeat.

In the stillness, I long for your company,

Missing someone, while I sip my tea.

The aroma swirls, like your laughter's trace,

As I sit alone in this peaceful space.

In the tea's embrace, I find solace true,

Missing you, my thoughts are a gentle hue.

With each tea leaf's fall, I count the days,

Since you went your separate ways.

Yet in my heart, you'll forever be,

Missing someone, while I sip my tea.