Real Tea
by jy    

   Real tea never ached before this day.
Usual mishaps upon the checkerboard tiles.
   Often memories fail to bring a conscious.
This is where I left her.

   Sunlight bursts hold truth as a lie.
Inauspicious stars hang dazeful in the sky.
   Last night my heart cried bitter tears.
This is where I left her.

   Jet black hair encaptures a sight.
A snake slithering barren into the sea.
   Tonight I revisit the place of a kiss.
This is where I loved her.