strawberry tea

By Chloe Horn

strawberry tea
clouds sitting still
flowers in a mason jar
rest my head on the windowsill

sheet music on the desk
a creaky piano bench
the sun lights up
every speck of dust

frozen in this moment
time doesn’t move
i don’t want to be here
and neither do you

strawberry tea
for my mid-morning cry
it doesn’t taste the same
since you said goodbye

nothing tastes the same
nothing feels the same
nothing is the same
since you went away

my strawberry tea
getting cold in it’s mug
no amount of tears
could warm it back up

my strawberry tea