Despondencies but dry as dust
Hidden under carpets
And cradled into corners
For my cup is never ever full
To the brow of the brim
When I'm not with you
Life is never lived
To the fullest cup of tea
My glass but never empty
Yet never full as well
Oh, longing you
Life drips longer yet
Despondencies but buried deep
And sprouted on the briny stem
No kiss, no hug
As I long for you, my love