chai

Coffee has turned into warm Chai
On slow nights that my flatmate turned soul sister gets me
Without even asking her to
On the very same green cup,
My favourite.

I now have my entire bed to myself
And it doesn’t feel empty anymore
Instead, it feels full.
Fuller than when you were there too.

She gets Chai for herself in her favourite cup with a chip
And we spend the night talking about all the weird things that go on in our heads
And we let comfortable silences float between us
I don’t have to ask her to stay
She stays
And I realise
I feel more loved at this very moment
Than you ever could have made me feel
Than you ever made me feel.

The Chai is still warm
As it glides through my throat into my tummy
And I am too.