There's a chip on the cup and a scratch in the table
Sun on the rim makes both of them beautiful
Tea was hot when I sat down, now it's cooling
Steam getting thin while the whole room keeps moving
Nothing stays fresh, straight, new forever
Wood gets worn, bright days change with the weather
I used to fix, fit, force every fracture
Now I let little flaws become part of the picture
Three small stains, one bent page, light fades, time changes
Soft, slow, slight little signs of the ages
Not ruined, not wrong, not something to hide
Just life leaving fingerprints as it goes by
Not perfect, still lovely
Not finished, still enough
Tea gets cold, light gets low
I change too, and that's not loss
A crack, a gap, a little asymmetry
Nothing stays exactly what it used to be
I look at what's here and let it be
That's wabi-sabi
Some work went sideways after weeks of planning
Three calls, two delays, one answer still pending
I missed one mark, had to start another
Then found a better road underneath the trouble
Some love went quiet without any warning
Last text sent late, no reply by morning
I read it twice, then three times, then stopped
The world didn't end when the conversation dropped
Let it slip, let it shift, let it settle
Not every loose end needs tying together
Some doors stay closed, some words stay unsaid
Some things stay beautiful because they never get perfect
The tea keeps cooling beside my hand
I don't warm it again
I like it like that
Not perfect, still lovely
Not finished, still enough
Tea gets cold, light gets low
I change too, and that's not loss
A crack, a gap, a little asymmetry
Nothing stays exactly what it used to be
I look at what's here and let it be
That's wabi-sabi
Maybe tomorrow I'll want something different
Maybe this calm will be gone in an instant
Fine
Even peace doesn't owe me permanence
The cup will empty
The afternoon will leave
My face will change
People will change with me
I don't need every piece in its place
Don't need every ending polished and safe
If something is missing, I notice the space
Sometimes the space is what gives it its grace
So I take the last sip, cool and a little bitter
Watch one pale reflection shake in the silver
Nothing complete
Nothing stays
Still, somehow, everything feels okay
Not perfect, still lovely
Not finished, still enough
Tea gets cold, light gets low
I change too, and that's not loss
A crack, a gap, a little asymmetry
Time moves through everything, including me
I smile at what's here and let it be
That's wabi-sabi