Tea Parties

In estrangement you still demand words.

I picked you flowers to teach you how to love something soft.

You placed the flowers in a tiny vase on your desk, and relished in the idea of how much it proved I loved you.

Maybe I should have plucked the petals, dropping them like little clues to meet me outside where my heart is wild and open hoping you will find a way to greet it. She loves me, she loves me not.

You made the most delicious cinnamon toast & tea for tea parties, while the chair across from me sat empty.  I started inviting imagination to the festivities.

I was building a mother out of long walks, daydreams, daisies and tea parties.

Kat