Slow Sips

She drinks tea in slow sips Coated in tight-lipped urgency Marked by careful calligraphy Of time lost to the tender Brush of the sea Moving in tandem with my anxiety I don't want her to leave I see wrinkles decorate her skin Like debris. Dead leaves and Wintergreen lend their thoughts To me and I sieve through Each line looking for Space to breathe And she drinks tea in Slow sips, sings sweet Melody, her fingers tremble and Send tremors through the Depths of me and I don't Want her to leave She drifts through the room gently Bated breath and feet moving quietly I see glimpses of the woman she usd to be And my eyes ache at the memory But she drinks tea in slow sips Mouth puckering at the edge of me Fear sour as boxberry The cup tips and my world upends permanently I don't want her to leave