my last mug of tea

it was late \ and the clock in the foyer hall \ had just chimed \ and i felt the melody \ pass through my body \ and \ i set the mug down / on my writing desk / seeing a few droplets splatter my hand / as i danced / all alone in the am / feeling all the loss / and grief that was living in my body / for a moment feel better / but then the music stopped / or maybe i stopped hearing it / and i sat back down / with my lukewarm / tea / containing too much honey / and i finished my math problems.