Leaves

She has prepared tea for two.

She has gotten the green leaves from the small vase in the kitchen, next to the window, and let that sweet, fresh and peaceful aroma fill the empty, barely furnished and silent house.

Her plate and cup made a little noice when touched the table. She felt that aroma, drank the hot tea slowly and tried to absorb that peace from the leaves she has cultivated with patience.

Once again, he wouldn’t show up.

She kept waiting and poured more tea in the cup.