my cup of tea

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 everytime I miss you all I can do is turn to God 
the immense power of our distant physical love 
becomes in truth a mystical love 
a surrendering to the one we both arose from 
in the strokes of my brush, the soft outpouring of colors 
the amount of time I let my tea brew and slowly bring it to my lips 
knowing it is just the way it is. 

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