If you are my cup of tea...

This is a story about A lonely man and his cup of tea...

He was a lonely man,

With little true friends.

He was a wierdo,

But he doesn't care.

One day he found this packet of tea,

And he brewed it patiently.

He gave it hot water to warm it,

And gave it a little stir to blend it.

As soon as he drank it,

He felt that warmth it gave.

He didn't want to finish it,

As he knew it will be hard to find another cup of it.

He left it there untouched,

It continued to warm his heart.

But soon everything fell apart.

The tea was no longer warm,

The taste was no longer strong,

The feel was no longer the same as before.

He held the cup tight,
But all it could gave him was coldness inside.

He didn't know why,

He didn't know how,

He didn't know what he could do,

To make everything right.

If you are that cup of tea,

What are you thinking?

And If I'm that lonely man,

I will hold you tight, speaking with you in my hand.

Moments later,

He thought everything is over.

He decided to drink it,

But then he felt some warmth remains,

Though it dissolved without a trace again.

He didn't know if he should throw it,

Or drink it.

If only you're that cup of tea,

What would you like him to do?

And if only I'm that lonely man,

Can I know, do you feel?

Was searching through my wallet this morning when I saw something that brought back some memories. I didn't know if I should throw it or keep it. Perhaps it meant nothing and has no value, but what it contains are memories that money can't buy.

Thanks.
~Kaze