our son, rather than ask for you, asked for his stuffed animal.
Tonight, making my usual mate and sipping it alone
feels more melancholy than ever.
I wonder if this is what years of solitude feel like,
I wonder if my face echoes that of this man.
Content to forever cebar his mate for one,
alone, a life unfallowed.
3 comments:
Soliloquy for me.
I too understand the irony of drinking the friendship tea alone.
I always invite students and colleagues to share some friendship tea with me, but to no avail. However, when I took a class from one of our Argentine professors, I would bring mate to class and he would have a couple, it was cool.
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