A Pot Of Nostalgia

A poem...

This morning I brewed,  

a pot of nostalgia 

and sipped it from a little chipped teacup 

...but noon came too soon 

and the drink went cold; 

so then I proved, 

that I'm not on the 

frantic end of a downward spin 

...now there's you, and a fresh brew 

and the memories we've not yet told.