My Hot Tea.

May 19, 2007.

2007 was a different age. George W. Bush. North Park University. Chicago, IL. I served tables. She did blood draws. We ate pasta dinners at our card table dinning room. We had a sweet blue ZX2.

We have moved a bit and built things. We have fought against darkness, doubt, and despair. My hot tea. My joy in this life. Thank God.

Hold you in my hands like hot tea,
Knowing I’m safe ’cause you want me,
Sitting in a garden at your feet,
You and me only
Holding on and on.
You’re clawing at the corner of my heart,

I can’t afford to lose you any longer.

Holding you like hot tea,
You and me only
Holding on and on.

Half Alive, Hot Tea

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