Tea Cup Life

I here my own footsteps,
pinching the silence,
while my hands hide in my pocket.
long corridor
stares up and down and
I’m here
in the cafeteria
for a tea.
I set in the corner table
with the cup.
Foam, floating in brown
still goes round and round
haven’t lost the momentum
given by the spoon.

As always I keep thinking,
like a moth circling a lamp
In the center
it used be lots of things,
last time it was you,
But now all I see is emptiness
lonely, dark and cold growing
like a storm cloud.

I just walk around emptiness.
In till I loose my momentum
given to me.

I wait here till the cup is empty,
Then I’ll leave,
come back tomorrow and
do the same thing.