When I make you a cup of tea,
What I mean is,
I can only do so much that's
Close to cooking and
What I mean more is I often
Bite my words between my teeth
And say I care for you by
Offering this hot beverage.
And when you showed me that
Dried petal of Rose you had preserved
For over a decade in your diary.
Did you mean, this is kind of-
A secret that I'm sharing only
With you or do you generally
Flaunt that to everyone to indicate
How you're a big keeper?
I don't know. But I think it's
Something. The whole act of
Preserving fragile things,
It's definitely something.
And then maybe one day,
I'll talk to you about the moon.
Not just the moon but about how
He shines across the horizon
Of the blue sea, soaking his
Milky white in the deep blue
To feel the calmness in
The depths.
I'll definitely be not knowing,
Why I would say something like that.
And maybe, if you understand
Why I would have done that-
You may show me a fleeting
Feathery cloud one afternoon
To ask me if it looks like a shape
Of a unicorn.
And if I say, "maybe yes".
Then say that's why.