You are a cup of tea
I let run cold
as I was called

You are a cup of tea
far too bitter
yet never strong

You are a cup of tea
water and sugar
and herbs lost

You are a cup of tea
that cured my throat
and burned my tongue

You are a cup of tea
dark under the sun's
finest luminance

You are a cup of tea
with the colour of coffee
and the taste of mile

But most importantly
you are
the seventh cup of tea
I drank that morning
when I was desperately
fighting to stay awake
when I
couldn't open my lips

But as your last
dark drops
sunk into me
and your now
unfamiliar taste
stayed behind
I realized
the seventh cup
might have not been
tea at all