Having Tea

She said she needed to let go sometimes

show her weakness, not be strained

I told her which tea to drink, and smiled

unwilling to talk about fear and pain

He forced down my guard and took me apart

And with such grace and finess

Like pandoras box I opened in trust

And my ghosts flew out and created this mess

Poor your hot water on sugar and tea

Let it set and cool just a bit

Smell the calming aroma and let yourself go

And I'll sit down beside you and knit

And we'll talk about the old times

Just the good times, pick up the threads

And you wont cry, and I won't be weak

And we'll agree and nod our heads

My box may be open, and I'm haunted deep down inside

But your company is soothing, and I've got a place to hide