Runaway, Can’t Run Away

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I get a little lost in the cup of tea,

You made for me.

I taste it and remember

The first time I came to this place.

I nearly added my usual cubes of sugar

But the waitress said,

“This was made especially for you. Try it first.”

I was slightly terrified for an instant.

How could someone I’d never met and hadn’t seen know exactly how I take my tea?

I tasted it

And it was bitter as sin.

My lips puckered compulsively.

If my mother had been there she would have rapped my knuckles with her fan

And then probably demanded to see the owner of the shop.

But I was alone.

“That is absolutely disgusting and you tell him so!”

I covered my mouth in shock.

Had those words come out of me?

Yes, yes they had.

And there he was, peering out from the kitchen, smiling.

“Now try this,” he said.

I did

And now I can’t stop myself from coming back to try every new concoction and creation.

 

 

 

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