we would share a pot of tea

Sometimes I think, if you were to come and find me, what I would do, or how I would act. This is what I think I would do.

I would welcome you inside. I think I would take your coat, and your gloves, and your hat to make you feel comfortable. You would be invited to take off your shoes and warm your feet by the fire.

But first, I would embrace you. You would be warmly welcomed.

I would go and heat the kettle to make some tea. I would be careful to not burn the water, for this ruins the tea. And sometimes a kettle, or even a stove. I would attempt to make the perfect pot of tea for you.

We would sit, maybe in silence, it may be awkward, but I think it would be peaceful, and it would feel just right. We would be sharing the same time.

We would share a pot of tea together, and drink from the cups with no handles. It would warm, maybe burn our fingers, but the tea would warm our insides.

Maybe we would be laugh at something...a joke you tell, and tea would be spewn from my mouth. And then we would laugh harder.

I know I wouldn't be able to keep a smile off my face; because it is you. And you are here.

You are all I need.

But these are just thoughts, just my silly thoughts. What are the chances that I will ever see you again.

Tea makes everything lighter and more lovely, just like you.