The Weight of Memory

Today I broke my favorite tea cup
Tall and brown.

I remember when I bought it,
Especially Casey’s delight when she held it,
And how I had to immediate buy
Another one, in turquoise, for her.

And now I drink a cup of tea
From Casey’s cup,
And marvel that it’s somehow
Heavier that my brown one
Having been infused
With all of those memories.

October 2023