I wonder if she knows the full story, or if she was simply writing a what-if or how-it-may-have-been for a left-too-long tea.
Simple language; killer line breaks. This short poem reads like the opening scene of a mystery story. The telling of a mystery would make for such an awesome series of poems. I wonder if anyone has done something like that.
Favorite line: "Where is she now; the woman/ who poured into a white cup?"
