purples and blues of lake with branch over head

There are some times

When you meet someone

And you think


Don’t die

But you know

You hold no power

Not the kind that counts

You hold a small amount of magic;

A sip of tea

Imbued with love

But the ear-ringing stillness remains

They’re going someplace you’re not

But you will

One day

And you wonder

Who will brew your tea

And you pray

It’s someone who vibes

With your color scheme