Sweet Tea

These creaking wooden boards,

Beneath my feet,

Make me miss you,

It's where we once stood.

Together.

Hand in hand,

Fingers intertwined,

Smiling,

Our eyes meeting,

Our lips, soon clashing.

But now,

These boards,

Hold the weight of no one but myself.

These creaking wooden boards,

Beneath my feet,

Used to hold a table,

Only made for two.

You would always drink,

The same damn thing.

Sweet tea.

But now,

The table is empty,

And I sit alone.

Waiting for your return.

These creaking wooden boards,

Beneath my feet,

Are missing you.

Missing your footsteps.

I'm missing you,

The exact same way,

I'm missing you everyday.

But now,

I listen,

To my lonely footsteps.

These creaking wooden boards,

Beneath my feet,

Remember our love,

Remember your love,

For sweet tea,

and remember the love,

We shed on each other.

But now,

I'm standing alone,

Waiting for something.

These creaking wooden boards,

Beneath my feet,

Are waiting for you,

As I am,

And we’ll be waiting,

For your return,

So now,

I will sit,

At our table for two,

And wait,

With a bottle of sweet tea.