Gentle · Original lyrics · Fictional voice · Lyrics only
One cup waits above the others,
Chipped along its painted rim.
It has travelled through our cupboards;
No one asks where it has been.
Take it down and fill it slowly,
Let the steam undo the cold.
There are things that keep us company
Without a story being told.
When the evening dishes settle,
When the towels have found their place,
One cup keeps the kitchen level,
One small gap preserves its space.
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