I watched that crimson colour brew,
Becoming rusty, reminding me of you...
Of your last words, on your last breath.
Before you left me, and went with death.
But I pull myself from that dark scene.
Adding milk to my red tea caffeine.
Holding my mug tight to my heart.
Warming it, consoling your part.
You may be gone, but your memories still warm.
Keeping me safe through my red storm.
©Odd
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