poems
“Moon Tea”Poem by Audrey Isabelle Mabanta
I didn’t think that when I almost turned 12
10 years down the line
I would still feel the same
Because I’d be old enough to have wine
I didn’t imagine I would still make a cup of moon tea
Tasting it, I’m back there again
That pastel blue ceiling that was too grey,
Muted purple walls,
And furniture I marked up from the 90s
For some reason
I imagined you would let go of me
Once I leave
You aren’t the only one that’s left there
And you’re so much more than how you were when I was 12
But I’m still choking up because of it all