coffee cups and teapots

coffee cups and teapots on tables alone
with mem'ries unmasked in feelings undone
lift high the spirit as moods do bemoan
the heart cries of stories that slowly are spun
in the dust-craven mind, set into stone

etchings of time, carvings by those
whom time has forgot, tons of
remembrance in ounces of prose
words fall as leaves turned into dust
and that which recalls not the woes

of tea stained cups or soft brown mugs
dipped in conversation, rift by shrugs

as memories muddle, cream and sugar please