Over A Cup of Tea

I told Irene that I felt like I lost a soulmate...
I told myself that over a cup of tea...

I miss the warm feeling.. Of being able to talk bout my hopes, dreams and fears..
Of not worrying what others would think of my thoughts.. about how quirky or weird i can get..
Of someone listening to me.. And answering my questions.. whether they be profound or not.. Even if these questions relate to the simplest of things..
These are important to me. These matter to me.