Green Tea

I never fancied myself a tea drinker.
Although,
I never fancied myself much of anything.

Long nights spent listening
to the clacking keys of
a restless keyboard.

three-in-the-morning tea pot
hissing loudly into a
sharp familiar whistle.

Countless trips to and from
the kitchen, cupboards opening,
closing. Lights going on then off.

kept company by thoughts
collaborating on the what-if's
and could-have been's.

An occasional glance at the
clock creates a look of disbelief.
Time for another cup.