Hot Tea

my body's telling me wake up
nose plugged
half starved,
I live on hot tea.

my heart is warming up
I wear a black string to remind me
it won't come off
until i am wantless

to want
my body craves, aches and yearns
my mind jumps, races, questions
my heart beats, pulsing, constant

hot tea
perhaps it is the warmth
perhaps the flavor
perhaps it is the faded thoughts
a slight rememberance of what has past

it is not what I crave
it is what i choose
hot tea
a warm memory

he brought me tea