Today, I’m remembering.
I’m remembering that unfinished cup of tea.
These photo frames with flower garlands remind me.
They remind me of the happy family that we used to be.
Oh, how the cup shattered into pieces.
Oh, how the hot tea spilt down on me.
Suddenly the air was filled with gunshots and screams.
Everywhere I looked, there was only blood to see.
In an instant, my life changed.
In just a moment it all went down.
When the terror had subsided I looked for you all,
But my scared heart was too late to realize,
that you were already gone.
It’s been days, months and years since then.
And now I’m at the same café again.
But it still terrifies me to the core.
No, not the gunshots or blood.
No, not the agony and screams.
But only the broken and irreparably shattered pieces,
Of that unfinished cup of tea.
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