The sweetness spreads like poison
Elegantly, disperses through my being
Like a delicate jasmine tea.

The intoxicating fragrance pulls me in,
The warmth coaxes me
Cup after cup,
memory after memory
Day after day,
Until the teapot empties,

All I'm left with is a bitter mess.
Faintly of Jasmine
Strongly of poison.

I never noticed how fast it emptied.
The scent lingers in the stale air, clings to my being
Taste on my tongue fades
The words on your lips become hard to remember,

This was us, falling in and out of love
Bittersweet memories accompany us into
The cold harsh realities which await us in the future.

Only to remember that familiar scent of Sunday mornings
Across the table from you
With that scalding cup of Jasmine tea
That I'll never forget.



- Angela