Yesterday's tea was the color of deception.
--ornamented with little lies,
perfect storybook pictures,
and the aroma of never.

She came along,
eggshell yellow starch apron--
and served us.

We sunk back into our wooden chairs,
wishing we could fade into the cracks,
but each crack only stood there in place,
holding it's own ground.

Each of us,
in our quiet little wealth of knowledge,
praying to the deep blues on the wallpaper to take us in.

Just like the cracks,
the blue ignored us--
threatening to fade into the color of the skyline
and fade entirely.

We turned,
peering into our cups,
our last resort.

The darkness replied,
"Come in."