After You Left

I made tea for you.
One for you, and one for me.
You sat here with me.

I felt at home here.
When we met in the same room.
That warmth, every time.

I boil the kettle.
I pour one cup, missing you.
Steam fades, no one here.

You are still out there.
Living your own days, not gone.
I still think of you.