The Teapot
Was rinsed and put away,
Things were neat, tidy.

She wondered where he was,
Why, they’re lovers, because;
Just because.
Worry was love, she found the note
That he so carefully wrote,
Just because,
He knew her so very well.
She’d wonder, he could tell,
Just because,
They were lovers.

The Teapot,
Now boiling and ready,
Teapot steeps, honey sweets.

She couldn’t help wonder where,
He was safe, he’d take care.

Entering in, he’s singing,
Poorly sung, but she’s now smiling,
Just because;
Carrying a heavy load
Into their abode,
With colors
And smells and taste,
Paper, boxes, and paste,
And Roses, white.