Coffee, tea and you A long, long time ago A time and place buried in the trunk with your baby socks You asked for milk. An uncomplicated thing, really. You smiled at me with milk mustache. Then you switched to chocolate drinks, then discovered soda. When you moved on to the occasional beer, You discovered my favorite coffee To chase the hangovers away You started drinking tea In your new found calling And brought some home from places I have never heard of even if it was in my own country A world that I only see on the news With problems too complicated for me to fathom You once compared it to my weaving where each Complication runs over then under the other Making a bigger patchwork to form a blanket that can cover us all I almost understood it then But you had to rush off to a meeting Or a rally I caught a whiff of gin in your breath I was too amazed at your passion to try to question what you do Until I heard that you are not coming home For now… Maybe...
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