Clouds in my tea

The clouds in my tea
Tells the stories of past hurts and traumatic things we have endured and seen
They float and challenge my dignity
As I sit watching them glare back at me
Singly
Good morning
They whisper
Every time I pour a cup to start my day
Instead of gaining libation- I sit and watch old memories flutter and play
As the sides and rim puts my salted past on display
And my eyes rain splashes of remembrance in my tea for the cup to embrace
This morning
There are
Clouds of pain floating in my tea
I sit crying
Yet again
Ignoring your abandoned cup across the table
I sit alone
Trying to make sense
Of why you decided
To
Leave
Me.