Plumes of breath

You imprint upon me
your murky silence
presenting me with not so equal voice
an attachment
working my way
thorough your absence

not that long ago

that you used to sip a cup of tea, and
in between
I used to level up my glance
at an art
etched
on that ceramic –

The cup, and the warmth still remains
at my holding

that I could see,
plumes of breath
wafting
from an empty cup
your absence
my companion, now
loneliness
My all

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