it's the smell,
which remindes me
and it's the taste,
which does too

smells after good things,
with the unforgettable taste
of you in it

remindes me of the time,
when we were sitting there
together in the bathtub

remindes me of the time,
when we were holding them,
the warm cups of tea

remindes me of the time,
when we made fun,
with the bright white foam
all around us two

remindes me of the time,
when we sat there silent,
with thousand of feelings
for each other

now it seems like the tea
got cold and almost empty,
every new cup of tea
keeps reminding me

but still,
it won't be
the same cup of tea
ever again



jan'19