Jasmine Tea

I think I’ve avoided drinking it
Although bought tin canisters

Because one I once loved
Claimed it as his favorite

I remember at our beginning
Motorcycle rides to freedom

Flying like hawks in the wind
Naturally gliding glued to him

Perfection’s bliss in our kiss and
Hope’s rebirth in a life together

But innocence fades quickly
When fear grabs and blinds

One who once gave trust
Leaving the other behind

Forever alone in shadows
Clinging to lost memories

Yet this flowered cloying tea
Gives happiness nonetheless

Even if initially I must address
Associations filled with regret

Holding a cup’s heat in hands
Sipping warm sense of home

As I try to define from past
What I can still call my own