Tea Poem by Stefan nnn

tea?
please...

I see that the leaves are falling already
again,
perhaps this time autumn not drought
indian summer been and gone

did you ever find the one you were looking for
before
wasn't she a waitress?
waiting to be found
by another - fame and fortune, purposes for.

my road has wound far and near, even sometimes
here
but I could never stop
you know how it is
always another horizon to catch

and is that the time
already?
sorry no, I can't stay for dinner
somewhere the sun is setting
and I need to be there.