tea with sea

I asked my heart this afternoon
if it would like a cup of tea,
it said I would, I really would
but only near the sea.

I took her to the seashore
and offered her a sip.
I would, I would, I really would
but only on a ship.

I bought just one boarding ticket
(for she is inside of me)
and asked her to taste this orange pekoe
but she refused my plea.

Jump in, Jump in, and then I’ll drink,
my promise is complete!
I gazed towards the open sea
and undid the fetters from my feet.

I am losing sight of you
amongst bustling commuters, and between
the fingers over my eyes.

losing you is like waking from
a brief dream,
like wiping the dust
that accumulates in corners,
but never quite getting it all.

losing you is knowing
it will rain tomorrow, and that I need
rubber boots.
It is not finishing
a book and leaving the bookmark
in the middle for months.

I am slowly losing sight of you
in busy markets and
amidst crowded thoughts,
silently watching the tips of your grey hair
reflecting some lone rays of sun.