Sunday Tea

You make me breathe easy.
And, since this city has been
Especially foggy lately,
I am grateful

For you
Give me something to dream about.
Lately I've been feeling
The absense of arms
Mingling in waves serene.

There are promises
I won't make or whisper.
But find with me something good.
I believe it's waiting for us. I believe you'll adore him when you two meet.

I don't believe I've ever felt so calm than when I'm at Sunday tea.
Or so ready to dive into the Pacific sea.