How delightful

it might be

to someday 

make two

cups of tea

instead of

just the one. 

How lovely

it would be

to be stirred

awake

just once

by someone else’s

breath

instead of 

my own. 

“Two” I could say

proudly

when the tall man 

at the ticket counter

would ask me

“How many?” 

It may be twice the cost

for two tickets

but

oh,

wouldn’t it be worth it?