If you have the time to say what you have to say

You have the time
I'll take to drink
My tea
I have no words
That's why I keep on writing
That often
It may be an hour
Less than two, I'm sure
But maybe twenty minutes
I don't know
Once I've been there
Staring at the sky
Empty
As everything outside
While I was full
So full
That I was sure
I was about to die
I learned to be the wind
And I've been him for a few times
Alone and sad
As everyday, I shall not lie
But never desperate
Or even kind
So I'm here
I sit and drink
The second red cup of tea
Of my dead day
And I write
Nothing can be fixed
Time keeps running
It is short
And now is gone