Teacup

The companionship of my tea-cup
It’s social embrace
The sadness of its bitter cold dregs
Discarded with yesterdays despair
The warmth forgotten long ago
It’s comfort now just a memory
Once it held my secrets
Listened to downtrodden ramblings
Shared with me my hopes and dreams
Warmed frostbitten fingertips
On frigid winter days
And now she lays dismembered
Shattered on the floor
Like busted dreams and scattered hopes
My secrets she hears no more