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Written by Randa

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  • Chai tea


    It’s 9AM and the phone says, “Good morning”

    like I haven’t been up for hours hoping the same thing

    and I’m not with you

    but I’m wondering when I’ll get to be

    So we get up and start the routine

    Burping peppers, I grew too many

    Brushing together, spit down the same basin

    Look in the mirror

    and it’s me you’re facing

    Hot chai reminds it’s not the worst it could be

    Those words, “missing you, but finally free”

    and, “With friends like these, who needs anemones?”

    A sparkless charm as the cars drive by

    and suddenly I am better off alive

    all those times I could’ve died

    If only we could simplify

    or quantify the chaos in my aching mind

    where the floral patterns erase time

    and the vanishing ghosts are fine

    We’re ok, and better off

    yet something in the way tells us we’re not

    so I spend some time fighting in reverse

    Reliving history to undo the curse

    Finding my light and believing it factual

    Realizing my existence might be practical

    And the war is about who and never about where

    Someone draws a line and just doesn’t care

    Migration of the soul, no proper footing

    because of how much I loved when you were there

    There’s nothing wrong with a love like this

    except when it eats you like a fat demon pig

    and spits you out and you don’t know where to begin

    So I start looking for what the French call “Fin”

    Clear to some,

    but not from where I came in

    It makes me weak, but I wish it easier,

    and some days I wish it easier and easier,

    yet I’d still rather be here

    up to my eyes in hot and dirty chai

    with so much love I could cry and only cry

    That could be why

    I’m doing it all the time

    Like it’s going out of style,

    or I need 10,000 hours

    World’s worst Dharma

    “That girl’s out to harm ya”

    “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya”

    or maybe it’s just karma

    Never aligned, just intertwined

    Criss-cross paths and knotted ties

    In it for yours or in it for mine

    but never at the same time

    Memories

    they steal my oxygen

    but without you, there’s still me

    Starcrossed, never meant to be

    On our way to different galaxies

    you just might catch me

    sipping on a chai tea


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