Cold Tea

We were like

an unfortunate cup of tea.

Steaming

promising enjoyment

But still too hot to touch.

So I waited,

 anxious for the perfect temperature

at which to sip

The lovely herbs in peace.

But I was too patient for my own good,

And the liquid is now

 too chilly for me.

Cold

is what I am left with.

You kept me

waiting

too

long.

N.X. Blume