sensory memories

~
grieving smiling
in turns I recall
her tiny quick
culinary fixes
and suddenly
my morning
takes on an extra
glow as if I was
with her…..
~
pressing another
head of a clove
with index thumb
into my second
cuppa already
cardamon flavored
I smile and weep
in returns…a love like
ours has a life of it’s own
~
I’ve tried to drown my sorrows in tea, but they are strong swimmers……
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