My Cup of Tea

I dread the time I go home,

and sit alone with my cup of tea.

I wonder if the tea also thinks the same.

We are left alone at each other's mercy

for quite some time.

I wonder if she likes my company.

As tears roll down my cheek, 

I see her questioning my eyes.

My cup of tea wants me to talk

As the steam touches my eyes,

I can feel her wiping my tears.

Her warmth trying to reach my soul.

The soul that has been cold for a while.

Her efforts do reach my soul,

but I still don't feel warm; I try to fake it 

for her disappointment worries me.

She is the only one, I've got for a while.

I fear losing her. I fear losing her efforts.