Shadow Tea

Tea was on the tepid side
as was the conversation;
barely a crack in the
skim-coat of pancake makeup.

Moth balls and sighs filled
the void between sips by
smoke-ringed lips, each
waiting for the other to add the
first spark of awareness.

Their unused hearts were unaccustomed
to the normal rhythms of living.
They have become bystanders
reflected in the bakery window,
staring at their own demise.

Reviews

[Jack...]

Gazing back on the grey clouds that found their way into our hopes and dreams. Very nice my friend. This one spoke volumes to me.

[icelandicblue]

Thanks Jack- it's not always rainbows and unicorns is it.

[Jack...]

Sometimes maybe, usually not.

[Frieda P]

Outstanding read blue, standing ovation for this one...lovely twist with the tepid tea and unused hearts. Noncommittal speaks volumes in this one, a life hardly aware, would you like a bit of indifference with you tea today? Really enjoyed this one, with a cuppa of coffee instead. Sounds like my marriage to my ex actually!

[icelandicblue]

Middle of the road gets you nowhere. Thanks so much Frieda, it's easy to fall prey to inertia and before you know it the fat lady has sung.

[Frieda P]

Exactly, go big or go home! My pleasure always.

[quinfinn]

metaphorically, this is genius. thought provoking and vaguely familiar to my own experiences. this is a stellar write, and quite an enjoyable read!

[icelandicblue]

Thanks so much quin for your compliment *blush* it's much appreciated! I am happy you enjoyed this.

[quinfinn]

very good stuff!