Orange peel tea drinks me instead.
It tastes my waters, then
pours into me without bitterness.

Remember wasted life.

The water is unclear, it is orange oceans
flowing back to shore.
Orange peel waters hide lonely tears.

Remember wasted time.

This is not a sad poem.
It is orange tea meditating
over incongruent wants.

Remember wasted tea.

Orange lives,
living beyond the waters.
Tears search for the haunting voice.

Remember what was wasted.