Ace of Cups

You come across mementos that break your heart
They don’t remind you of happier times
They remind you of waters poured from a generous cup
Waters poured into cupped hands that could not contain them
Waters leaked through fingers desperate to keep them close
Long enough to drink
But they seeped through and down to the Earth
Down through the soil
Through the bedrock
To the ancestors
Your lips were cracked and dry and tasted of blood

You come across mementos that hold your breath
You are reminded of a cup waiting to be filled