Green Tea

The room is quiet as I stare at my teacup.
Soft dog snores punctuating the swirl
of the ceiling fan as it spins, gently pushing
the small green banner that hangs out of my cup.
My stomach turns as I think of the questions
that lie unanswered, hard to touch, in the corner
of my mind.

What if I leave so suddenly
that everyone is left shocked in the wake?
Will my memory linger and the pain settle
so deeply that others lie awake staring intensely
into soothing cups of green tea, hoping
to nurse away the questions.
Why did you go so soon?