Hot tea

I sometimes think of myself as tea

So hot that it burns you on the first sip

You put me down

And say I’ll drink you once you cool down

And I understand

After all, who wants such piping hot tea?

Eventually, I cooled down

But now, you are nowhere to be found

You have forgotten about me

The hot tea

that you were once so pleased to breathe

As the day goes by,

You must find yourself saying

I wish that I had finished that hot tea

Since this day has made me long for

Comfort and stability