The tea’s still warm upon our breath 
The samosa crunch still lingers 
On the horizon the sun now rests
Like a russet-orange finger

The quiet echoes of our chats 
Still reverberate around 
Won’t you stay as the garden plays
Out its evening song? 

My heart still beats toasty warm 
From your visit to me today 
Let me have my fill of you
For a little longer, stay 

The tea’s still warm upon our breath 
Memories plume out in wraiths 
Reminiscing, remembering 
The sweetness of bygone days