We argued over making tea,
Our seething words stung through the steam,
Hot tears streamed in it’s mist.
We never spoke again.
You are, still missed.
“Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Steam’
We argued over making tea,
Our seething words stung through the steam,
Hot tears streamed in it’s mist.
We never spoke again.
You are, still missed.
“Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Steam’
“Expression 
Very good down to earth ending after all the hot air
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