Tea Room

The grey humped widow
bent over her teacup
and stared at
the reminiscent pattern
which recalled
a dim lit past.
The remembrance remembered.

She twirled and twiddled
fingered and fiddled
the triple band of rings,
and tried to force back
the unforgettable event
triggered by tea cup
floral sprays.

She pulled at the band of time
on her wrist,
the figures on the dial
were lost in a mist.
A brain fog cleared
and the lapsed memory
suddenly snapped
into visuals.

Each turn of the gold bands
brought the photo-album past
clearly into the present.
A tear streaked down
the shiny cheek track,
and a smile creased
the corners of the cupid’s bow.