apologies.

i will sit here and wait
watch the sun fade in and out
in the silence, i will
drink my tea with the softness
of a lover singing
with their soft eyes
mellow and meaningful goodbyes.
wait until the tea cools,
pools in my cup, stains delicate porcelain
with a deepened ring, like the ring
constricting my chest.

the breath of a sigh leaves my lips
frosting in the air like
dew drops on icicle leaves.
but i will be here, as my
eyes get hazy, clouds crowding
on the edges of vision,
and i think, maybe the clouds
in my eyes are raining,
thundering and pouring like a summer storm
for my eyes seem damp
with bitter raindrops.
and still, i will be here
and i will sit here and wait.